Переведите, на ! только точно и без переводчика, на вас ! the soldier if i should die, think only this of me: that there's some corner of a foreign field that is for ever england. there shall be in that rich earth a richer dust concealed; a dust whom england bore, shaped, made aware, gave, once her flowers to love, her ways to roam, a body of england's, breathing english air, washed by the rivers, blessed by the suns of home. and think, this heart, all evil shed away, a pulse in the eternal mind, no less gives somewhere back the thoughts by england given; her sights and sounds; dreams happy as her day; and laughter, learnt of friends; and gentleness, in hearts a peace, under an english heaven.
