"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. 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. CURTAIN |
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