Редьярд Киплинг рулс!

Вот Виталина случайно напомнила мне стих, который я когда-то учила на память и очень-очень любила. Я подумала, смогу ли я его сейчас воспроизвести? Вот и попытка, если где-то я ошиблась, то уж сорри.

If you can keep your head when all about you

are loosing theirs and blaming it on you,

If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,

but make allowance for their doubting too,

If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,

or being lied about not deal in lies,

or being hated don't give way to hating,

and yet, not look too good, nor talk too wise.

If you can dream, but not make dreams your master,

If you can think, and not make thoughts your aim,

If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster

And treat those two imposters just the same,

If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken,

Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,

Or see the things you gave your life to - broken,

And stoop and build them up with worn-out tools,

If you can make one heap of all your winnings,

And risk it on one turn of pitch and toss,

And lose. And start again at your beginnings,

And never breath a word about your loss,

If you can make your heart, and nerve and sinew

To serve your turn long after they are gone,

And so hold on when there is nothing in you,

Except the will, wich says to them - hold on!

If you can talk to crowds and keep your virtue,

Or walk with kings noe loose the common touch,

If niether foes, nor loving friends can hurt you,

If all men count with you, but none too much,

If you can fill the unforgiving minute

With sixty seconds of a distant run

Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,

And even more, you'll be a man, my son.

Ух ты, получилось))) Кстати, многие вещи стали в последнее время особенно актуальны.

Желаю вам всем филл зе анфоргивин минут виз сиксти секондз оф э дистант ран!! :))