Небо
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-- I'm just a simple peasant. Literacy only brings sorrow and impairs one's judgment, sir.
-- Oh, I love gifts... My birthday is in mid-March, by the way, sir Baron.
Cassius successfully acquires everything he planned.
Returning to the Castle and introducing him to the steward, Amalia, Cassius went to his room. There, he took out a piece of paper that he had picked up from the notice board when he entered the city and began to write.
I was intoxicated by pain - and the day darkened forever,
It wasn't an enemy that fell, but the light of my delight.
Her breath is quieter than oaths,
It froze where my armor clashed.Since then, love is sharper than a blade:
I kissed that wound - not with courage,
But with the fear of living without pain, without reward,
Where memory is judgment, and I am my own prophet.My name whispers what has become ashes,
I dream of a gaze that forgives me,
As if agony strives to become love.I am alive - and in this lies a heavy guilt:
She is stronger in me than the pain itself,
And I carry her like an eternal sentence.
K.A.
- How pathetic I am, - he muttered to himself, after which he carefully folded the paper and put it in his inventory.
Небо – мольбы не ждёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
Небо – угроз не слышит
Небо – ведёт особый счёт
Небо – тебя найдёт
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