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Название книги: Dionysus' laughter
Автор(ы): Henry Oldie
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dionysus_-laughter-167163.html
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Gods laugh seldom and their laughteris of little joy to the mortals.Frasimed of Melkh
The final chord rolled through the hall and faded. Complete silence lasted for a moment, then it turned into applause, which was neither an ovation nor rare scornful claps; the audience simply performed its duties thoroughly. After all, they came here to listen to the music and they had payed for it, and not the applause. Jon Orfie banged closed the grand-piano lid, leaned back and closed his eyes. He rested that way for a few seconds, forgetting about the whole world, then he again noticed the noise of the belated clapping hands, scraps of conversations, shuffles of the feet – the audience was rushing towards the exits. Weary, Jon stood up and went to the dressing room. Malcolm Cate was already there. Conductor, concertmaster, artistic director, last instance of all discussions – Cate was all that."You were not bad today, Orfi," he said."Thank you." Jon threw off his tailcoat and started working on the bu
Название книги: Dionysus' laughter
Автор(ы): Henry Oldie
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Dionysus_-laughter-167163.html
* * *
Gods laugh seldom and their laughteris of little joy to the mortals.Frasimed of Melkh
The final chord rolled through the hall and faded. Complete silence lasted for a moment, then it turned into applause, which was neither an ovation nor rare scornful claps; the audience simply performed its duties thoroughly. After all, they came here to listen to the music and they had payed for it, and not the applause. Jon Orfie banged closed the grand-piano lid, leaned back and closed his eyes. He rested that way for a few seconds, forgetting about the whole world, then he again noticed the noise of the belated clapping hands, scraps of conversations, shuffles of the feet – the audience was rushing towards the exits. Weary, Jon stood up and went to the dressing room. Malcolm Cate was already there. Conductor, concertmaster, artistic director, last instance of all discussions – Cate was all that."You were not bad today, Orfi," he said."Thank you." Jon threw off his tailcoat and started working on the bu
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