Âòîðíèê, 04 Èþíÿ 2013 ã. 18:55
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Ñ ðàññêàçîì î ñëó÷èâøåìñÿ ÿ ïîåõàë â óèëòøèðñêèé äîìèê, ãäå æèëè îòåö ñ ìàòåðüþ, è îáñóäèë âñå çà òðóáêîé ñ îòöîì, îí ñêàçàë — íå â ïåðâûé ðàç: «Áîëüøèíñòâî âåùåé â ýòîì ìèðå äîâîäèòñÿ äî êîíöà ïîòîìó, ÷òî èõ áëàãîðàçóìíî îñòàâëÿþò â ïîêîå».
I carried the situation to the little house in Wiltshire, where my Father and Mother were installed; and smoked it over with the Father, who said—not for the first time; ‘Most things in this world are accomplished by judicious leaving alone.’
© Ðåäüÿðä Êèïëèíã "Íåìíîãî î ñåáå äëÿ ìîèõ äðóçåé - çíàêîìûõ è íåçíàêîìûõ"
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