"Eddings, David - Belgariad 0 - Belgarath the Sorcerer" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)"Tedious, Durnik. Very, very tedious,"
Belgarath disagreed. "There were long periods when nothing was happening. You can't make much of a story out of a lot of people just sitting around waiting." "Oh, I'm sure there were enough lively parts to keep it interesting. Someday I'd really like to hear the whole thing--you know, how you met Aldur, what the world was like before Torak cracked it, how you and Cherek Bear-shoulders stole the Orb back--all of it." Belgarath laughed. "If I start telling that story, we'll still be sitting here a year from now, and we won't even be halfway through by then. We've all got better things to do." "Do we really, Grandfather?" Garion asked. "You just said that our part of this is over. Wouldn't this be a good time to sum it all up?" "What good would it do? You've got a kingdom to run, and Durnik's got this farm to tend. You've got more important things to do than sit "Write it down, then." The notion suddenly caught fire in Garion's mind. "You know, Grandfather, the more I think about it, the more I think you ought to do just that. You've been here since the very beginning. You're the only one who knows the whole story. You really should write it down, you know. Tell the world what really happened." Belgarath's expression grew pained. "The world doesn't care, Garion. All I'd do is offend a lot of people. They've got their own preconceptions, and they're happy with them. I'm not going to spend the next fifty years scribbling on scraps of paper just so that people can travel to the Vale from the other side of the world to argue with me. Besides, I'm not a historian. I don't mind telling stories, but writing them down doesn't appeal to me. If I took on a project like that, my hand would fall off after a couple of years." "Don't be coy, Grandfather. Durnik and I both know that you don't have to do it by hand. You can think the words onto paper without ever picking up a pen." |
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