"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
away.

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