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The Giraffe

Жираф

Today you are gazing especially sadly, my love,
Your hands seem so slim when they weakly embrace your knees.
So, listen, far away, an exquisite giraffe
Is wandering near the lake Chad among other African beasts.

Such slenderness, sweet bliss are lavishly given to him.
His skin is adorned with some magic and graceful designs.
And only the moon dares to rival, to cleave and to swing
On the moisture of wide lakes, repeating those marvelous lines.

From afar he resembles the colored thin sails and I’d bet
His run can surpass even seagulls’ glad flight over waves.
I know — the earth beholds some miraculous things at sunset
When he hides himself in the marble, mysterious caves.

I know the jovial tales from the ancient, inscrutable folks
About The Maiden and The Warrior’s passion and pain.
But you, for too long, have been breathing in heavy, wet fogs
And wouldn’t believe in anything but the continuous rain.

And what kind of words should I use to describe to you, child,
The tropical orchards, the fragrance, the palms? But enough…
Are you crying? So listen… there lives, at the lake named Chad,
An exquisite and proud giraffe.


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    Ольга Слободкина
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  • Алисса Гиллеспи
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  • Стефен Додсон
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  • Марианна Кауфман
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  • Джеймс Скоттс
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  • Бартон Раффел, Алла Бураго
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  • Фёдор Манин
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  • Тамара Вардомская
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  • Дон Магер
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  • Маша Блох
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  • Ричард Маккейн
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  • Миша Руднев
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  • Алексей Ткаченко-Гастев
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  • Бренди Вермильон
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  • Бабр
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  • Катарина Гилберт
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  • Александр Шаумян
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  • Малькольм Линдси
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  • Болгарский
    Бойко Ламбовски
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  • Иврит
    Макар Свирепый
    ג`ירפ
  • Лиля Голдовская
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  • Испанский
    Луис Гомес де Аранда, Елена Курченко
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  • Эрнесто Эрнандес Бусто, Хосе Мануэль Прието
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  • Амайя Лакаса, Рафаэль Руис де ла Кеста
    La Jirafa
  • Ксения Дьяконова, Хосе Матео
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  • Итальянский
    Мануэла Витторелли
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  • Алекс Бронштейн
    Giraffa
  • Амедео Анелли
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  • Каталанский
    Джулия Феррер, Ричард Сан Винсенте
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  • Китайский
    Хуа Ли
    长颈鹿
  • Ван Чжао Цзянь
    长颈鹿
  • Немецкий
    Борис Брайнин
    Die Giraffe
  • Ирмгард Вилле
    Die Giraffe
  • Словацкий
    Ян Квапил
    Žirafa
  • Украинский
    Наталия Горишная
    Жирафа
  • Максим Стриха
    Жираф
  • Французский
    Екатерина Литвиненко
    La Girafe
  • Хорватский
    Фикрет Цацан
    Žirafa
  • Эсперанто
    Татьяна Аудерская
    La Ĝirafo
  • Эстонский
    Калью Кангур
    Kaelkirjak
  • Уно Лахт
    Kaelkirjak
  • Андрес Эхин
    Kaelkirjak
  • Японский
    Кадзуя Гошима
    キリン
  • Новонорвежский
    Ю Эгген
    Giraffen
  • Персидский
    Автор неизвестен
    زرافه
  • Греческий
    Виктория Бонарева, Василис Чоулиарас
    Καμηλοπάρδαλη
  • Турецкий
    Атаол Бехрамоглу
    Çad Gölü Şiirleri
  • Португальский
    Фабио Малавоглия
    A Girafa

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