И не кидайте тапками.
Ну, это по возможности. Чейс, например, имеет полное право ^^
Иногда я вспоминаю, что должен что-то сделать.
Дурак, да.
Короче....
Кусок Третий, ПредпоследнийThe Minstrel's fingers were softly touching strings of lute. They all were sitting near the fireplace and the Songstress was looking at the flame. After the dinner she felt relaxed and quiet.
- Where shall we go then& - she asked, still admiring the fire.
- I don't know, - the Minstrel answered, tuning his lute. I think, we'll go to the east – through the forest and across the river – and to another town.
- But why not to the north? I've heard that behind the mountains there lies a beautiful town….
- I don't know the landscape.
- When did it get important for you? – the Songstress looked at him in surprise.
- Right now. It's too cold now for a journey like this. We may get lost, we may run out of food and water, we may freeze to death…
The Songstress sighed, but didn't start to argue with the Minstrel. Setting off immediately really might end for them unluckily.
- Hey, why are you so upset? – Italian dropped himself on a stool near his friends and looked at their faces at a complete loss. – Oh no, don't tell me it's too boring here! I understand it's very quiet today, but the day before we had a wonderful fight! It cost us two broken tables and one chair. Sainted Madonna!
He laughed and patted the Minstrel on the shoulder.
– Why are you playing so sadly? Let's have something more cheerful! "Street of dreams"? for example. Do you remember it? I'm sure you do! – he turned to the Songstress. – And I think you do know it too, so it will be great if we sing it together!
The Minstrel touched strings and then started to play – a magical, charming melody spread through the air, filled the tavern, made all the people who was in became silent and listen to that sound. The voice of the Italian sounded deep and emotional.
- I heard the sound of voices in the night
Spellbound there was someone calling
I looked around no one was in sight
Pulled down I just kept on falling...
The Songstress' voice was ringing like a little bell, light, soft and kind.
- I’ve seen this place before
You were standing by my side
I’ve seen your face before tonight
Maybe I just see what I want it to be
I know its and mystery...
The Minstrel smiled when their voices became as one – it seemed, the nature's made this song this song for their duet.
- Do you remember me on and street of dreams
Running through my memory
On the street of dreams...
The tavern was listening to the as it'd been charmed. Nobody moved, nobody spoke, but everyone was looking at the miraculous trio near the fireplace. And only the Englishman was standing behind the bar and knocking on the floor with his knee-boot in time to music.
When the song ended, everything was still silent. The Minstrel put his lute out and made a sip of wine. And only after several seconds the crowd started to applause loudly, asking for more songs and music.
- Seems you have a chance to become rich in one evening, - the Italian laughed, stood up and disappeared in the kitchen.
Вот. Можно пинаться)))
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04.04.2007 в 20:37Мрррр, здорово как, остался последний - самый интересный - кусок. ^^
Нет, мадмуазель, все-таки вы молодец - чтобы взяться за это и не бросить, уже нужно быть героем! =)
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04.04.2007 в 20:44Причем героем тормознутым - кой у какой кошки целый месяц лапы не доходили, тчобы довести это дело до ума и выложить сюда. Страшно зол на себя))))
Завтра остальное будет. Честно-честно! (с)
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04.04.2007 в 20:46Совмещайте сие со своими возможностями... )) Поэтому злиться на себя тоже не нужно. =)