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लेखक: Adam Mickiewicz

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स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें। · बैकस्पेस अक्षम — गलती के बाद भी जारी रखें।

Above the mass of many-coloured ears and stalks hung like a
canopy a bright cloud of butterflies,50 whose four-parted wings
were light as a spider's web and transparent as glass; when they
hover in the air they are hardly visible, and, though they hum,
you fancy that they are motionless.
The girl waved in her uplifted hand a grey tassel, like a bunch
of ostrich plumes, and seemed to be protecting with it the heads
of the children from the golden rain of the butterflies-in her
other hand shone something horn-like and gilded, apparently an
instrument for feeding children, for she approached it to each
child in turn; it was formed like the golden horn of Amalthea.

स्टार्ट दबाएं और पंक्तियां सटीक टाइप करें।

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