"Лорд Дансени. The Gods of the Mountain (англ.)" - читать интересную книгу автора

Agmar:
I shall not smile at them if they are not airy.

Mlan:
They are coming very slowly. They should come nimbly
to us.

Ulf: {in a loud voice, almost chanting}
I have a fear, an old fear and a boding. We have done
ill in the sight of the seven gods. Beggars we were
and beggars we should have remained. We have given up
our calling and come in sight of our doom. I will not
longer let my fear be silent; it shall run about and
cry; it shall go from me crying, like a dog from a
doomed city; for my fear has seen calamity and has
known an evil thing.

Slag: {hoarsely}
Master!

Agmar: {rising}
Come, come!

{They listen. No one speaks. The stony boots come
on. Enter in single file through door in right of
back, a procession of seven green men, even hands and
faces are green; they wear greenstone sandals; they
walk with knees extremely wide apart, as having sat
cross-legged for centuries; their right arms and right
forefingers point upward, right elbows resting on right
hands; they stoop grotesquely. Halfway to the
footlights they left wheel. They pass in front of the
seven beggars, now in terrified attitudes, and six of
them sit down in the attitude described, with their
backs to the audience. The leader stands, still
stooping.}

Oogno: {cries out just as they wheel left}
The Gods of the Mountain!

Agmar: {hoarsely}
Be still! They are dazzled by the light. They may not
see us.

{The leading Green Thing points his finger at the
lantern -- the flame turns green. When the six are
seated the leader points one by one at each of the
seven beggars, shooting out his forefinger at them. As
he does this each beggar in his turn gathers himself