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Название книги: Концлагерь
Автор(ы): Томас Диш
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/konclager_-205390.html
Эта книга с благодарностью посвящается Джону Сладеку и Томасу Манну, двум хорошим писателямNow, reader, I have told my dream to thee;See if thou canst interpret it to me,Or to thyself, or neighbor.But take heedOf misinterpreting; for that, insteadOf doing good, will but thyself abuse.By misinterpreting evil issues.Take heed, also, that thou be not extreme,In playing with the outside of my dream.Nor let my figure, or similitude,Put thee into a laughter or a feud;Leave this for boys and fools; but as for thee,Do thou the substance of my matter see.Put by the curtains; look within my veil;Turn up my metaphors and do not fail.There, if thou seekst them, such things to find,As will be helpful to an honest mind.What of my dross thoufindest there, be boldTo throw away, but yet preserve the gold.What if my gold be wrapped in ore?None throws away the apple for the core.But if thou shall cast all away as vain,I know not but «twill make me dream again.John Bunyan. „The Pilgrim's Progress“Я рассказал мой сон, друзья!Постарайт
Название книги: Концлагерь
Автор(ы): Томас Диш
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/konclager_-205390.html
Эта книга с благодарностью посвящается Джону Сладеку и Томасу Манну, двум хорошим писателямNow, reader, I have told my dream to thee;See if thou canst interpret it to me,Or to thyself, or neighbor.But take heedOf misinterpreting; for that, insteadOf doing good, will but thyself abuse.By misinterpreting evil issues.Take heed, also, that thou be not extreme,In playing with the outside of my dream.Nor let my figure, or similitude,Put thee into a laughter or a feud;Leave this for boys and fools; but as for thee,Do thou the substance of my matter see.Put by the curtains; look within my veil;Turn up my metaphors and do not fail.There, if thou seekst them, such things to find,As will be helpful to an honest mind.What of my dross thoufindest there, be boldTo throw away, but yet preserve the gold.What if my gold be wrapped in ore?None throws away the apple for the core.But if thou shall cast all away as vain,I know not but «twill make me dream again.John Bunyan. „The Pilgrim's Progress“Я рассказал мой сон, друзья!Постарайт
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