<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352753" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>So they begin. With two years gone...</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they begin. With two years gone<br>From nurse to countless tunes they scuttle.<br>They chirp and whistle. Then comes on<br>The third year, and they start to prattle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So they begin to see and know.<br>In din of started turbines roaring<br>Mother seems not their mother now,<br>And you not you, and home is foreign.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">What meaning has the menacing<br>Beauty beneath the lilac seated,<br>If to steal children's not the thing?<br>So first they fear that they are cheated.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So ripen fears. Can he endure<br>A star to beat him in successes,<br>When he's a Faust, a sorcerer?<br>So first his gipsy life progresses.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So from the fence where home should lie<br>In flight above are found to hover<br>Seas unexpected as a sigh.<br>So first iambics they discover.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So summer nights fall down and pray<br>'Thy will be done' where oats are sprouting,<br>And menace with your eyes the day.<br>So with the sun they start disputing.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">So verses start them on their way.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Boris+Pasternak">Boris Pasternak</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=352753" data-title="So they begin. With two years gone... de Boris Pasternak" data-description="So they begin. With two years gone From nurse to countless tunes they scuttle. They chirp and whistle. Then comes on The third year, and they start to prattle. So they begin to see and know. In din of started turbines roaring Mother seems not the..."></div> </div> </div>

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