Замість сонетів і октав.
Павло Тичина
http://www.yuryzavadsky.com/tychyna/zsio.html
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It's dawning already...
It's dawning, but haze resides...
A wrinkle has crossed the sky.
- What a sorrow came in me!
The sunlight rays are plowing into clouds.
Fanfares!
- What a sorrow came in me...
Oh, not fanfares, but trumpets and the cannons.
Lie still, do not awake, my mother!...
My curse to all, to all who is a beast inside!
(Instead of sonnets and octavеs)
