как читается на русском транскрипция THOSE EVENING BELLS (by Thomas Moore) I Those evening bells! those evening bells! How many a tale their music tells, Of youth, and home, and that sweet time, When last I heard their soothing chime! II Those joyous hours are past away! And many a heart, that then was gay, Within the tomb now darkly dwells, And hears no more those evening bells! Ill And so 'twill be when I am gone; That tuneful peal will still ring on, While other bards shall walk these dells And sing your praise, sweet evening bells!