Майор Вихрь
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| So, I will paint you... Against the purple night sky. |
 With the shinbone of an unborn infant, shards of a magic mirror, mercury and charcoal, withered flowers, and the cold blood of a mermaid. I will paint you with eyes the color of mystery, a tired and piercing gaze that penetrates to the very essence of things; in your hands will be a deck of cards, and behind your back – an endless enfilade of identical halls, the walls of which are lined with black stone. And a snake with golden eyes will gently coil around your arm. |
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Revanka, ;)
O God of Earth and Altar,
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal
Bow down and hear our cry,
Our earthly rulers falter,
Our people drift and die,
The walls of gold entomb us,
The swords of scorn divide,
Take not thy thunder from us,
Take away our pride.
G.K. Chesterton: English Hymnal