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The Good Year, Солярис, Белые ночи, Hamam - El Bagno Turco, Покаяние (Тенгиз Абуладзе), The Dark Side of the Sun

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"Каждому свое" (не смогла найти русско-латинский разговорник).

'If' by Rudyard Kipling

If you can keep your head when all about you
Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
But make allowance for their doubting too;
If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
Or being lied about, don't deal in lies,
Or being hated, don't give way to hating,
And yet don't look too good, nor talk too wise:

If you can dream - and not make dreams your master,
If you can think - and not make thoughts your aim;
If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
And treat those two impostors just the same;
If you can bear to hear the truth you've spoken
Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
And stoop and build 'em up with worn-out tools:

If you can make one heap of all your winnings
And risk it all on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
And lose, and start again at your beginnings
And never breath a word about your loss;
If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
To serve your turn long after they are gone,
And so hold on when there is nothing in you
Except the Will which says to them: "Hold on!"

If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
Or walk with kings - nor lose the common touch,
If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
If all men count with you, but none too much;
If you can fill the unforgiving minute
With sixty seconds' worth of distance run,
Yours is the Earth and everything that's in it,
And - which is more - you'll be a Man, my son!

Rudyard Kipling (1865-1936)

"Не спорь с дураком, он сначала опустит тебя до своего уровня, а потом победит опытом."

Даже пьесы на краю,
даже несколько за краем
мы играем роль свою
даже тем, что не играем.

"Умей ценить того, кто дорожит тобою и не гонись за тем, кто счастлив без тебя".

"Только дурак нуждается в порядке — гений господствует над хаосом".

François Villon

BALLADE DES DAMES DU TEMPS JADIS

Dictes moy où, n’en quel pays,
Est Flora la belle Rommaine,
Archipiades ne Thaïs,
Qui fut sa cousine germaine,
Écho parlant quant bruyt on maine
Dessus riviere ou sus estan
Qui beaulté ot trop plus qu’humaine?
Mais ou sont les neiges d’antan?

Ou est la tres sage Helloïs
Pour qui fut chastré et puis moyne
Pierre Esbaillart a Saint Denis,
Pour son amour ot ceste essoyne,
Semblablement ou est la royne
Qui commanda que Buridan
Fust geté en ung sac en Saine?
Mais ou sont les neiges d’antan?

La royne blanche comme lis
Qui chantoit a voix de seraine,
Berthe au grant pié, Bietris, Alis,
Haremburgis qui tint le Maine
Et Jehanne la bonne Lorraine
Qu’Englois brulerent a Rouan,
Ou sont ils, ou, Vierge souvraine?
Mais ou sont les neiges d’antan?

Prince, n’enquerrez de sepmaine
Ou elles sont, ne de cest an
Qu’a ce reffrain ne vous remaine,
Mais ou sont les neiges d’antan?