The sail is whitening alone in a blue obscurite of sea: what did it leave in country own? what does it want so far to see? the wind is strong, the mast is creaking, the wave is playing with the but not a fortune is it seeking, nor from this fortune is its way. by it a stream is bright as azure, by beams of sun it's warmed and blessed but it is seeking gales as treasure, as if the tempests give a rest. напишите как читается стих "белеет парус одинокий" на буквами 80б
Зе ваве ис плаин ватс зе ваве
Бат нот э фортунэ ис ит сиэкин
Нор фром зис фортун ис итс вау
Бу ит э стриам ис брич эс трэасуре
Ас иф зе темпест гив э рест