"Dunsany, Lord - Plays of Gods and Men" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

They are foolish people.

King:
They have found a foolish king.

Eznarza:
It is a foolish man that would choose to dwell among
walls.

King:
Some are born kings, but this man has chosen to be one.

Eznarza:
Come, let us leave them.

King:
We will go back again.

Eznarza:
Come back to the tents of my people.

King:
We will dwell a little apart in a dear brown tent of
our own.

Eznarza:
We shall hear the sand again, whispering low to the
dawn-wind.

King:
We shall hear the nomads stirring in their camps far
off because it is dawn.

Eznarza:
The jackals will patter past us slipping back to the
hills.

King:
When at evening the sun is set we shall weep for no day
that is gone.

Eznarza:
I will raise up my head of a night-time against the
sky, and the old, old, unbought stars shall twinkle
through my hair, and we shall not envy any of the
diademmed queens of the world.



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