Выстропова Ольга Станиславовна

Выстропова Ольга Станиславовна
МОУ лицей № 8 "Олимпия" города Волгограда
учитель английского языка

«For whom the Bell tolls»
And don’t ask me, for whom the Bell tolls,
It tolls for you and for me,
In the black dirt the sky’s stalled,
Like a smoke, it crawls for the tree.
If you want to be staying a life,
But your eyes, shining up through the sky,
Ask me nothing about and why,
And for whom in the belfry they cry.
You are lonely – but now – a good deal,
You are there, wherever is fire,
Every War has hunger and chill,
And such bloody, sour stink of denial.
And don’t ask me, for whom the Bell tolls,
It tolls for you and for me.
On the War, however, your age’s still small,
You must know: that the Bell tolls just for thee.
When your soul would be ready to fly,
And you feel an odious gall,
Like a cloud you’ll stay at the sun,
Like a rain on the ground you’ll fall.
So and then don’t ask me again,
Why, for whom in the belfry they cry,
Cause your soul’s become like a rain,
And it thunders for you in the sky!

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Гулов Артем Петрович