Chhwe (chhwe) wrote,
Chhwe
chhwe

No Joy In This Contract

Мне страшно, как мы скоро сговорились.
Все слишком второпях и сгоряча,
Как блеск зарниц, который потухает,
Едва сказать успеешь «блеск зарниц».

I have no joy in this contract tonight.
It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden,
Too like the lightningt which doth cease to be
Ere one can say it lightens. Sweet, good night.
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