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Оглавление“Therefore, as doth the pilgrim, whom the night hastes darkly to imprison on the way, Think on thy home, my soul, and think aright Of what’s yet left thee of life’s wasting day: Thy sun posts westward, passed is thy morn, And twice it is not given thee to be born.”
—Henry David Thoreau
