Thomas Hardy (Томас Гарди (Харди))
Expectation and Experience
‘I had a holiday once,’ said the woman – Her name I did not know – ‘And I thought that where I’d like to go, Of all the places for being jolly, And getting rid of melancholy, Would be to a good big fair: And I went. And it rained in torrents, drenching Every horse, and sheep, and yeoman, And my shoulders, face and hair; And I found that I was the single woman In the field – and looked quite odd there! Everything was spirit-quenching: I crept and stood in the lew of a wall To think, and could not tell at all What on earth made me plod there!’
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