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tupakmango
27 Юни 2005 01:01
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Киде бе ?На Олимп или на о.Лесбос?
gudjonsen
27 Юни 2005 08:15
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хуквам да го диря
чичата
27 Юни 2005 11:53
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...въпросното писмо било оставено върху рояла на който дева мария заченала по непорочна технология...
gudjonsen
27 Юни 2005 13:49
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You for] the fragrant-blossomed Muses’ lovely gifts
[be zealous, ] girls, [and the] clear melodious lyre:

[but my once tender] body old age now
[has seized; ] my hair’s turned instead of dark;

my heart’s grown heavy, my knees will not support me,
that once on a time were fleet for the dance as fawns.

This state I oft bemoan; but what’s to do?
Not to grow old, being human, there’s no way.

Tithonus once, the tale was, rose-armed Dawn,
love-smitten, carried off to the world’s end,

handsome and young then, yet in time grey age
o’ertook him, husband of immortal wife."
ето го....велико, както и очаквах
gudjonsen
27 Юни 2005 13:50
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You for] the fragrant-blossomed Muses’ lovely gifts
[be zealous, ] girls, [and the] clear melodious lyre:

[but my once tender] body old age now
[has seized; ] my hair’s turned instead of dark;

my heart’s grown heavy, my knees will not support me,
that once on a time were fleet for the dance as fawns.

This state I oft bemoan; but what’s to do?
Not to grow old, being human, there’s no way.

Tithonus once, the tale was, rose-armed Dawn,
love-smitten, carried off to the world’s end,

handsome and young then, yet in time grey age
o’ertook him, husband of immortal wife."
gudjonsen
27 Юни 2005 14:05
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От: Bulgaria
бати, нещо не ми го пейства- мноо съм тъп! ей го , преписано:
You for the fragrant-blossomed muses` lovely gifts
be zealous, girls, and the clear melodious lyre:
but my once tender body old age now
has seized; my hair`s turned white instead of dark;
my heart`s grown heavy, my knees will not support me
that once on a time were fleet for the dance as fawns.
This state I oft bemoan; but what`s to do?
Not to grow old, being human, there`s no way.
Tithonus once, the tale was, rose-armed Dawn,
love-smitten, carried off to the world`s end,
handsom and young then, yet in time grey age
o`ertook him, husband of immortal wife.

тва е...велико, а? затва живеем.

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