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"I'll drink, despite the enemy, despite all you, great patriots. There's nothing near and dear to me, and you… well. you are idiots." -Hristo Botev, "In the Tavern" _____________________________________ "Ще да пия на пук врагу, на пук и вам, патриоти, аз веч нямам мило, драго, а вий ... &#1074

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This is my English homework and I hope I won't bored you with reading it. Enjoy :blush: At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet. For poets, we are all aware, that they write not about what know but about what they don't know but would very much like to know in details. That desire is provoked by the question "What is love?". But who could be able to explain love so great as that between Orpheus and Eurydice? Who could tell what at all is this - a feeling, a dream, or even a sickness? No one, not a prince, not a king, not a knight, nor a normal citizen, nobody could handle the hard work to define the word love, but a poet would try. He p