The month of the West
Христос воскресе!
Я знаю, как это называется: счастье для всех даром и пусть никто не уйдёт обиженный!
И ещё: There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now ... his own fate, and even his master's, ceased to trouble him.
Я знаю, как это называется: счастье для всех даром и пусть никто не уйдёт обиженный!
И ещё: There, peeping among the cloud-wrack above a dark tor high up in the mountains, Sam saw a white star twinkle for a while. The beauty of it smote his heart, as he looked up out of the forsaken land, and hope returned to him. For like a shaft, clear and cold, the thought pierced him that in the end the Shadow was only a small and passing thing: there was light and high beauty for ever beyond its reach. His song in the Tower had been defiance rather than hope; for then he was thinking of himself. Now ... his own fate, and even his master's, ceased to trouble him.
Никто же не рыдает убожества: явилось общее Царство.
И такое спасибо за Сэма...
Vriesea, Вероник, прости нас, пожалуйста. И меня, если я тоже чем-то. Мы с тобой.