мистер перестраховщик
Come in by the gold gates or not at all,

Take of my fruit for others or forbear,

For those who steal or those who climb my wall

Shall find their heart`s desire and find despair.



(C.S. Lewis, "The Chronicles of Narnia: A Magician`s Nephew";)



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