"Лорд Дансени. The Glittering Gate (Блистающие врата) (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора like cheese to Old Nut-cracker.
: They won't let you do it, Bill. : They don't know what I've got. I'm getting through it like cheese, Jim. : Suppose it's a mile thick. Suppose it's a million miles thick. Suppose it's a hundred million miles thick. : Can't be, Jim. Those doors are meant to open outward. They could n't do that if they were more than four inches thick at the most, not for an Archbishop. They'd stick. : You remember that great safe we broke open once, what had coal in it. : This is n't a safe, Jim, this is Heaven. There'll be the old saints with their halos shining and flickering, like windows o' wintry nights. {Creak, creak, creak} And angels thick as swallows along a cottage roof the day before they go. {Creak, creak, creak} And orchards full of apples as far as you can see, and the city of gold, for those that care for cities, all full of precious stones; but I'm a bit tired of cities and precious stones. {Creak, creak, creak} I'll go out into the fields where the orchards are, by the Tigris and Euphrates. I should n't be surprised if my old mother was there. She never cared much for the way I earned my livelihood {creak, creak}, but she was a good mother to me. I don't know if they want a good mother in there who would be kind to the angels and sit and smile at them when they sang and soothe them if they were cross. If they let all the good ones in she'll be there all right. {Suddenly} Jim! They won't have brought me up against her, will they? That's not fair evidence, Jim. : It would be just like them to. Very like them. : If there's a glass of beer to be got in Heaven, or a dish of tripe and onions, or a pipe of 'bacca she'll have them for me when I come to her. She used to know my ways wonderful; and what I liked. And she used to know when to expect me almost anywhere. I used to climb in through the window at any hour and she always knew it was me. {Creak, creak} She'll know it's me at |
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