Det nesten hvite hår var purret opp av blåsten, hennes ansikt var ennå ungt, men det unge i det var likesom strimet ut av sorgens og melankoliens rynker.
0
Her almost white hair was ruffled by the wind, her face was still young, but the youth in it was as if streaked out by the wrinkles of sorrow and melancholy.
Translated by
DavidKenstad 962
7 hours ago
Discussion