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It was in a cold December, on the last night of the year. It was midnight and everything was dark.

Edgar Allan Poe: The Raven (full) – Help for English – Angličtina na internetu zdarma

There were books everywhere, ancient books edbar forgotten wisdom. Suddenly there came a soft tapping sound, as if someone was gently knocking on the door. But every little sound that night filled me with terror and my heart was beating fast.


Without stopping, without hesitating it flew and sat on the statue above my door, on the white bust of Pallas, the goddess of wisdom. But the word was the only thing edhar the bird had said. It did not move, it did not make a sound, it was just sitting there.

His answer frightened me but then it came to me that it was probably the only word the bird knew, esgar only word that it had been taught by an unhappy, miserable master before he died. There was fire in them, and the fire was burning into me.

Sitting there, painful memories came back to me.

This was the very chair where Lenore had sat so often, Lenore, who would never return to me, who would never sit in the soft chair again. Will my broken heart ever be healed? Bird or devil, tell me, by God who is above us, tell me: Is Lenore with the angels in the garden of hacran


Poe, Edgar Allan: Havran (The Raven in Slovak)

Leave nothing here, nothing that could remind me of all the lies you have told. Leave me to my loneliness, to my sorrow, leave the bust above my door! Take your ugly beak out of my heart and get out of my sight! And the raven still is sitting, still is sitting above my door. Its eyes are the eyes of a demon who is dreaming. The light of my lamp throws his large black shadow on the floor.

And my soul will never be lifted from that shadow, never, nevermore. The Raven full The immortal poem of E.