innashpitzberg 19 ноября 2012 г., 22:46 Пожаловаться Under the brown fog of a winter dawn, A crowd flowed over London Bridge, so many, I had not thought death had undone so many. Sighs, short and infrequent, were exhaled, And each man fixed his eyes before his feet. The Waste Land T.S. Eliot 3,9