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Александр Луковенков
Где можно найти перевод этого стихотворения Байрона на русский?
But words are things, and a small drop of ink,
Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces
That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think;
'Tis strange, the shortest letter which man uses
Instead of speech, may form a lasting link.
Нужен литературный перевод