"Dunsany, Lord - Golden Doom, The" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

Girl:
No, you don't; you think it horrid.

Boy:
No. I don't.

Girl:
Yes, you do. Why did n't you say you liked it? It is
the only poem I ever made.

Boy:
I do like it. I do like it.

Girl:
You don't, you don't!

Boy:
Don't be angry. I'll write it on the door for you.

Girl:
You'll write it?

Boy:
Yes, I can write. My father taught me. I'll write it
with my lump of gold. It makes a yellow mark on the
iron door.

Girl:
Oh, do write it! I would like to see it written like
real poetry.

{The Boy begins to write. The Girl watches.}

First Sentry:
You see, we'll be fighting again soon.

Second Sentry:
Only a little war. We never have more than a little
war with the hill-folk.

First Sentry:
When a man goes to fight, the curtains of the gods wax
thicker than ever before between his eyes and the
future; he may go to a great or to a little war.

Second Sentry:
There can only be a little war with the hill-folk.

First Sentry: