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

Ichtharion:
What a beautiful thing the air is in the morning. I
stand up very early and breathe it from my casement;
not in order to nourish my body, you understand, but
because it is the wild, sweet air of Thek.

Ludibras:
Yes, it is wonderful rising up in the morning. It
seems all fresh from the fields.

Ichtharion:
It took us two days to ride out of Bar-el-Sharnak. Do
you remember how men stared at our camels? No one had
gone away from the city for years.

Ludibras:
I think it is not easy to leave a great city. It seems
to grow thicker around you, and you forget the fields.

Ichtharion: {looking off}
The jungle is like a sea lying there below us. The
orchids that blaze on it are like Tyrian ships, all
rich with purple of that wonderful fish; they have even
dyed their sails with it.

Ludibras:
They are not like ships because they do not move. They
are like... They are like no tangible thing in all the
world. They are like faint, beautiful songs of an
unseen singer; they are like temptations to some
unknown sin. They make me think of the tigers that
slip through the gloom below them.

{Enter Harpagas and attendants with spears and leather
belts.}

Ichtharion:
Where are you going?

Harpagas:
We are going hunting.

Ichtharion:
Hunting! How beautiful!

Harpagas:
A little street goes down from the palace door; the
other end of it touches the very jungle.

Ludibras: