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Italian Opera - Anna Netrebko, Vanessa May, Dire Straits, много разного другого
Леон, Белый Олеандр, Дикие Вещи, Игра, Утомленные Солнцем, Фрида..., , Много разных других..
Ирина Одоевцева - Оставь надежду навсегда, Анатолий Мариенгоф - Циники, Дмитрий Мережковский - Юлиан Отступник, Борис Виан - Пена дней, Сомерсет Моэм - театр, Толкиен - Властелин Колец, Кнут Гамсун - Голод
Что, где, когда?
True Tomas lay on Huntlie Bank
So there the marvel he did see;
A maid with flame red hair unbound
Come riding by the Eildon Tree.
Her dress was of the grass-green silk,
Her mantel of the velvet fine
At every lock of her horse`s mane
Hung fifty silver bells and nine.
True Tomas he pulled of his cap
And bowed him low down on his knee:
"Hail to thee, Mary, Queen of Heaven!
For thy peer on Earth could never be."
"O no, O no, True Tomas mine!
That name does not belong to me
I am the Queen of fair Elfland
And came full far to visit thee."
"Harp and sing, Thomas" she said
"Come with me to my own country
I`ll give to you a harp of gold
A silver cloak and kisses three."
"To me the priest would bar the church
If I hazard my soul with thee -
I`ll not come for harp and cloack
But I`ll come for your kisses three."
She`s mounted on her milk white steed,
She`s taken True Thomas up behind;
The silver bells at the bridle ring,
The steed runs faster than the wind.
"O see that road so hard to pass
So narrow it is and so straight?
You`ll not find on that no priest or friar
For it leads to the Heaven`s gate."
"And see that other, easy, road
So broad and free from mire?
Though fair with flowers be the start
Its end is in Hell`s fire."
"But see that path that winds away
By bracken and by white birch tree?
A pleasent way to fair Elfland.
This night thou`lt be there with me."
And they rode on and further on
And they waded rivers above the knee;
And they saw neither sun or moon
But they heard the roaring of the sea.
He has gotten a cloak and golden harp,
And kisses three from the Elven Queen;
But seven hundreds years were gone and past
Till Thomas ever on Earth was seen.