"Dunsany, Lord - Plays of Gods and Men" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord) Their father is more terrible than all the false gods.
Eznarza: O, that he had but spared our little year. King: He destroys all things utterly. Eznarza: There is a little child of man that is mightier than he, and who saves the world from Time. King: Who is this little child that is mightier than Time? Is it Love that is mightier? Eznarza: No, not Love. King: If he conquers even Love then none are mightier. Eznarza: He scares Love away with weak white hairs and with wrinkles. Poor little love, poor Love, Time scares him King: What is this child of man that can conquer Time and that is braver than Love? Eznarza: Even Memory. King: Yes. I will call to him when the wind is from the desert and the locusts are beaten against my obdurate walls. I will call to him more when I cannot see the desert and cannot hear the wind of it. Eznarza: He shall bring back our year to us that Time cannot destroy. Time cannot slaughter it if Memory says no. It is reprieved, though banished. We shall often see it though a little far off and all its hours and days shall dance to us and go by one by one and come back and dance again. King: Why, that is true. They shall come back to us. I had |
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