Последний раз редактировалось Peloquin's queen; 13.04.2012 в 14:51.
"At times I almost dream I too have spent a life the sages’ way, And tread once more familiar paths. Perchance I perished in an arrogant self-reliance Ages ago; and in that act a prayer. For one more chance went up so earnest, so Instinct with better light let in by death,That life was blotted out — not so completely. But scattered wrecks enough of it remain, Dim memories, as now, when once more seems. The goal in sight again." Robert Browning