Подарок к Новому году всем преподавателям английского языка и их ученикам! There was a Fir-Tree born in woods, And there she was grown, In winter and in summer both The grace and green she was. The Snowstorm sang a song for her: «Sleep, Firry, sleep tight-tight». The Frost was covering with snow: “Don't freeze in such cold night” A chicken-hearted Bunny there Was leaping under fir, From time to time an angry Wolf Was running over near. The snow around the thickly woods Is creaking under skid, A shaggy Gee-Gee frisks ahead In greatest rush indeed. The Gee-Gee's carrying firewoods, On them there is a Man. He chopped down our little Fir At the very rootlet. And now in gallant hiere she is On feast to us she came And many many joyfulness All little kids she gave.
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