"There are waves on the sea when a storm wild wichrzy him ... But the silence - a crowd of idols disappears, and the water looks like a ship pomyka, Steady flows, unrolled the white sails to the land ... They are idols: their spectrum wspaniałeUnoszą over the world for centuries, the whole world ... And Korny on their knees licking their foot ... And both in the time of the storm, like the silent billows porzeZmącają the entire people of the sea ... "
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