"The Color of Blood" - читать интересную книгу автора (Hughes Declan)

Part One. HALLOWEEN

We from the bridge’s head descended, where To the eighth mound it joins, and then the chasm Opening to view, I saw a crowd within Of serpents terrible, so strange of shape And hideous, that remembrance in my veins Yet shrinks the vital current… Amid this dread exuberance of woe Ran naked spirits wing’d with horrid fear, Nor hope had they of crevice where to hide, Or heliotrope to charm them out of view. DANTE, The Divine Comedy, Inferno Canto xxiv Translated by Cary