#65
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Аркадий » Чт июн 03, 2004 10:01 am
Маришке:
- It is fair, Marina. When you enter a university you will learn that playing with your test assignments – even an unintentional play! – costs you an immediate failure in most cases. Oh, yeah, there are some ‘kind’, irresponsible teachers who will let you do anything you want. They would indulge to your laziness, inattentiveness and the lack of discipline. They would help you to become that sort of people who provokes the Chernobyl type of ‘accidents’. Unintentionally, of course. They never mean it. They are not accustomed to hold responsibility for what they have done. I respect you too much, Marina, to let you be one of them. So, this is four. Have a good summer, girl!
Косте:
Я с удивлением посмотрел на паренька. У него что, в голове Промпт или Стайлус установлен? Компьютер он нигде спрятать не мог… Может, он сам киборг? Что за чушь в голову приходит иногда!
- Well, not as bad as you may think, in fact. Now, will you please answer some questions?
- Do you know this book? What is it about?
- Who was Bilbo?
- Where did he live?
- What was his home like? Describe it please.
- Would you like to have a home like that, too?
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Текст Агнессе:
There he lay, a vast red-golden dragon, fast asleep; thrumming came from his jaws and nostrils, and wisps of smoke, but his fires were low in slumber. Beneath him, under all his limbs and his huge coiled tail, and about him on all sides stretching away across the unseen floors, lay countless piles of precious things, gold wrought and unwrought, gems and jewels, and silver red-stained in the ruddy light.
Smaug lay, with wings folded like an immeasurable bat, turned partly on one side, so that the hobbit could see his underparts and his long pale belly crusted with gems and fragments of gold from his long lying on his costly bed. Behind him where the walls were nearest could dimly be seen coats of mail, helms and axes, swords and spears hanging; and there in rows stood great jars and vessels filled with a wealth that could not be guessed. To say that Bilbo's breath was taken away is no description at all. There are no words left to express his staggerment, since Men changed the language that they learned of elves in the days when all the world was wonderful. Bilbo had heard tell and sing of dragon-hoards before, but the splendour, the lust, the glory of such treasure had never yet come home to him. His heart was filled and pierced with enchantment and with the desire of dwarves; and he gazed motionless, almost forgetting the frightful guardian, at the gold beyond price and count.
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Текст Юджу:
They seized him quickly, in spite of their surprise. "Who are you? Are you the dwarves' hobbit? What are you doing? How did you get so far past our sentinels?" they asked one after another.
"I am Mr. Bilbo Baggins," he answered, "companion of Thorin, if you want to know. I know your king well by sight, though perhaps he doesn't know me to look at. But Bard will remember me, and it is Bard I particularly want to see."
"Indeed!" said they, "and what may be your business?"
"Whatever it is, it's my own, my good elves. But if you wish ever to get back to your own woods from this cold cheerless place," he answered shivering, "you will take me along quiet to a fire, where I can dry-and then you will let me speak to your chiefs as quick as may be. I have only an hour or two to spare."
That is how it came about that some two hours after his escape from the Gate, Bilbo was sitting beside a warm fire in front of a large tent, and there sat too, gazing curiously at him, both the Elvenking and Bard. A hobbit in elvish armour, partly wrapped in an old blanket, was something new to them.
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