А вот так волшебно выглядит сейчас наша улица: что-то в ней есть одновременно и от Диккенса, и от Роулинг, и от пейзажей во всех рождественских гимнах-carols, включая стивенсоновскую “Christmas at Sea”, вместе взятых:
The frost was on the village roofs as white as ocean foam;
The good red fires were burning bright in every 'long-shore home;
The windows sparkled clear, and the chimneys volleyed out;
And I vow we sniffed the victuals as the vessel went about. ©
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