Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth.
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same.
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
Объяснение:
1.If you can think-and not make thoughts your aim,
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
2.And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
3.Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken
4.And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:
If you can make one heap of all your winnings
5.And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
6.And never breathe a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
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