A large rose-tree stood near the entrance of the garden: the roses growing on it were white, but there were three gardeners at it, busily painting them red. Alice thought this a very curious thing, and she went nearer to watch them, and just as she came up to them she heard one of them say, `Look out now, Five! Don't go splashing paint over me like that!'
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http://www.cs.indiana.edu/metastuff/wonder/ch8.html
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Но мне ещё бы, если можно, половинку хорошей пятницы. :)
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Наша суббота, она в пятницу начинается:-)
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А наша суббота - в ваше воскресенье.
Ишь, как всё хитро.)))
Ну, и хорошего Вам воскресенья.
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Спасибо!
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Да, к палитре я не решилась подступиться:-)
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Вот, это настоящая иллюстрация к Пастернаку:-)
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