-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джордж Макдональд
-
- Страна Северного Ветра
-
- Стр. 160/290
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
That
day
she
had
done
her
very
best
,
And
had
filled
every
one
of
their
little
crops
.
She
had
filled
her
own
just
over
-
full
,
And
hence
she
was
feeling
a
little
dull
.
“
Oh
,
dear
!
”
she
sighed
,
as
she
sat
with
her
head
Sunk
in
her
chest
,
and
no
neck
at
all
,
While
her
crop
stuck
out
like
a
feather
bed
Turned
inside
out
,
and
rather
small
;
“
What
shall
I
do
if
things
don
’
t
reform
?
I
don
’
t
know
where
there
’
s
a
single
worm
.
