Òÿæåëîâåñíûõ îòñûëîê ê ìèôîëîãèè íå çàìå÷àë.

Íàäî áû åãî âñåãî âûó÷èòü íàèçóñòü, òî, ÷òî íå çíàþ, âîñïðèíèìàþ ñ ëèñòà ñëàáî. Íî âîò ýòè...
I know that I shall find my fate somewhere between...
We have cried in our despair, that man desert...
We sat together at on summer's end, that beautiful mild woman...
Now all the truth is out, be secret and take defeat...
That is no country for old men. The young...
Turning and turning in the widening gyre...
Now must I these three praise...