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{{Quotation2|"Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, and always perseveres."'' (])}} |
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I am a researcher in the field of ] and more recently ]. I support Misplaced Pages as the most important centralized educational resource on the internet, but I ] about its ] and ]. Here is . |
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I love mountains, hiking and poetry. This is by ] about mountaineers, the dreamers who overcame their fears to achieve impossible. Same can be said about other challenging undertakings, including poetry, art and real science. |
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<poem> |
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Ну вот исчезла дрожь в руках, |
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Теперь - наверх, |
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Ну вот сорвался в пропасть страх |
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Навек , навек. |
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Для остановки нет причин , |
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Иду, скользя, |
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И в мире нет таких вершин , |
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Что взять нельзя. |
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Среди нехоженых путей - |
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Один, пусть мой |
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Среди не взятых рубежей - |
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Один за мной |
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А имена тех , кто здесь лег |
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Снега таят, |
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Среди нехоженных дорог - |
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Одна моя. |
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Здесь голубым сияньем льдов |
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Весь склон облит, |
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И тайну чьих-нибудь следов |
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Гранит хранит, |
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И я гляжу в свою мечту |
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Поверх голов, |
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И свято верю в чистоту |
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Снегов и слов. |
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И пусть пройдет немалый срок |
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Мне не забыть, |
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Как здесь сомнения я смог |
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В себе убить. |
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В тот день шептала мне вода: |
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"Удач всегда!" |
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А день , какой был день тогда ? |
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Ах да , среда. |
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</poem> |
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(<small> do not even try to translate this with Google</small>) |
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