Блин, ну  классика же ) Эдгар Аллан По в интерпретации ЗенкевичаAnd the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtainThrilled me—filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating"'Tis some visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door—Some late visiter entreating entrance at my chamber door;—This it is, and nothing more."