Читать книгу Сага о гиацинтах. Книга 1 - Сара Шлезингер - Страница 57
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The air of Love spreads with a gentle rustle of affectionate words and ethereal shackles of desires. The Quiet Sleep of silence froze in the arches of the flowering alcove, echoing with a strange moan in the chest, like the trembling of small birds. The sad torments of the heart pass, the bitter separation runs through the loneliness of bitter tears, flowing with the water of deadly boredom, and the gentle hands of waiting wake up.
