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"Полуцветной – примыкающий к воровскому миру по духу, старающийся перенимать, но еще не вошедший в воровской закон."( Read more... )

Очень старающийся. Очень. Пока хреново получается (базар без базара?!), как у малолетки курить взатяг, но они работают над этим. Перед ними же такой пример, путь им озаряет.
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из свежего

BOOK THREE
The Abandoned Nests

SPHINX

Schon schweben Mobiles
über dem schwelenden Dorn.
Bald zählt dein Handschuh
die verlassenen Nester.

Alfred Gong, „Boedromion“.

I am stretched out on the damp grass, feet up on the bench, face turned to the sky that has just finished weeping. My feet in muddy trainers are crossed up there on the seat of the bench, and the mud on them gradually lightens in color as it dries out, flaking off onto the rickety slats. Too fast. The summer sun is relentless. In another half-hour there won’t be any trace left of the short rain, and an hour later anyone who’d want to lounge here would do well to bring sunglasses. But I still can look at the sky with impunity for a while. It’s bright blue behind the spider web of the oak branches. Below them is the gnarly trunk, a jumble of interwoven ropes turned to stone. The oak is the most beautiful tree in the whole yard. Also the oldest. My gaze slides down from its top, from the thinnest twigs all the way to the fat roots. I notice something scratched into the rutted bark just above the back of the bench, in thin faded scrawl: “remember” something and also “lose”… I raise my head to see better. I’ve learned to decipher writings much less legible that that.

Remember L. N. and never lose hope.( Read more... )