rifmer.com Карта сайта

Jane Eyre (Bronte Charlotte is dedicated for)

There were kids close by their mother
When it was cold they liked to gather
But one of them was watching from afar
It was really hard time to have a fun

She took a picture-book and climbed the window-sill
Her mind drew an amazing sight
But suddenly thoughts were broken by another’s will
‘Cause someone wanted to fight

Who was to blame? They really knew
But nevertheless snatched her like a doll
And locked her up at the room
It was such unfavorable doom

Having been locked the child was thinking of
Events which happening with her
They stung her child soul
And it seemed to her that the ghost appeared from the wall

The prisoner was crying from the fear
There were not true friends near
She lost consciousness very soon
And mind her was very far from this room

And after that poor girl was sent at the orphanage
There were many her aged girls
In this place there were many chances to damage
For girls’ health and their souls

The closest friend was dyed by the plague
And she was so close from that
Maybe must have been the next victim
But the doom decided itself

The orphan grew up and became a nurse of a rich family
There were many serene ladies and guys
But this family’s curtain of the mystery
Reveled a secret only for her eyes

At the same time young lady fell in love
The master of the castle became her dream
And lover heroine was ready to help to solve
Any problems for her darling

But the fear made her leave this shelter
On her own responsibility
Where she was walking down it didn’t matter
In true fact reality

The main thing that will need to show
The next of kin was found by the brave girl
Several years passed they lived together
This life must have been for ever

But the lucky chance ordered to return to her king
She had still the big sense inside
The hope was under her tender skin
The heart was filled by the light

No, there was not the castle any more
There were no people she had saw
Where was the family she needed?
Where was the man she loved?

A poor life, the blind master and an old house
These things appeared for her sight
It seemed there were the evil powers
And these people did not have the will to fight

She came up to blind man and took his hand
They lived one big family to the dead end
Now we are saying you fair
Her name is Jane Eyre


Рейтинг произведения: 0,00
(Вы не можете голосовать, справка)
Загрузка ... Загрузка ...

Оценки:


Поделитесь или добавьте в закладки в два клика:

Комментарии (4)

  1. Учитесь использовать подстрочник. Хотя бы из уважения к читателям.

  2. Закину, наверное, и свой английский эксперимент…

  3. А у меня туча стихов на цыганском — держись, рифмер-ком!

  4. Вот-вот! А у меня ещё и на украинском есть…)
    Тока, если что, буду с переводом!

Добавить комментарий

Для отправки комментария вы должны авторизоваться.