the swedish verb trefen traf-getroven - it will be possible to hit, and so on. uh, uh, this poem is talking about. as you, of course, remember a very simple thing, but that at night, uh, lightnings snatch out familiar ones, and the pictures that are remembered to us by the way they see in the daytime, but at night they u look like photographs snatched from darkness. we recognize a friend who seems unfamiliar to us, this is what we are talking about here. well, uh, thunder and lightning are presented in such a personified form this is a photographer. if you remember in the old days, the photographer, crouched down on his large camera, put it on his head in a black cape, pulled the trigger. at the same time, i pressed e. another hook, magnesium flash twitched everything, it's uh, zarya. here's a picture here, but the most important thing at the end, yes. sergei ivanovich, this

poem is absolutely, amazing, not always e reader enchanted by this beautiful complexity, and boris pasternak gets to the end with a beautiful obscurity, an instant thunderstorm for a century. and then forgive