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Кирюшкина Ксения Александровна

  • Учитель физики и английского языка
  • МОУ "Пронская СОШ"
  • Россия
  • 19.09.1996

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Люблю: рисовать, читать книги. Из любимых жанров могу отметить следующие: детектив, триллер, фэнтези. Считаю, что чтение играет важную роль в жизни человека. Любимая цитата: Не забывайте о том, чт...
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Sonnet 147 by William Shakespeare

My love is as a fever, longing still

For that which longer nurseth the disease,

Feeding on that which doth preserve the ill,

Th'uncertain sickly appetite to please.

My reason, [the physician] to my love,

Angry that his prescriptions are not kept,

Hath left me, and I desperate now approve

Desire is death, [which physic did except].

[Past cure I am, now reason is past care],

And frantic mad with evermore unrest,

My thoughts and my discourse as madmen's are,

At random from the truth vainly expressed:


Sonnet 130 by William Shakespeare

My mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun;

Coral is far more red than her lips' red;

If snow be white, why then her breasts are dun;

If hairs be wires, black wires grow on her head.

I have seen roses damasked, red and white,

But no such roses see I in her cheeks,

And in some perfumes is there more delight

Than in the breath that from my mistress reeks.

I love to hear her speak, yet well I know

That music hath a far more pleasing sound;

I grant I never saw a goddess go -

My mistress when she walks treads on the gro...

Sonnet 141 by William Shakespeare

In faith, I do not love thee with mine eyes,

For they in thee a thousand errors note,

But 'tis my heart that loves what they despise,

Who in despite of view is pleased to dote.

Nor are mine ears with thy tongue's tune delighted,

Nor tender feeling to base touches prone,

Nor taste, nor smell, desire to be invited

To any sensual feast with thee alone;

But my five wits nor my five senses can

Dissuade one foolish heart from serving thee,

Who leaves unswayed the likeness of a man,

Thy proud heart's slave and vassal wret...