...And how many are you failing in?"
"Four." I moved my ass a little bit on the bed. It was the hardest bed I ever sat on. "I passed English all right," I said, "because I had all that Beowulf and Lord Randal My Son stuff when I was at the Whooton School (с)
O where ha you been, Lord Randal, my son?..
12A.1 ‘O WHERE ha you been, Lord Randal, my son?
And where ha you been, my handsome young man?’
‘I ha been at the greenwood; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.’
12A.2 ‘An what met ye there, Lord Randal, my son?
An wha met you there, my handsome young man?’
‘O I met wi my true-love; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi huntin, an fain wad lie down.’
12A.3 ‘And what did she give you, Lord Randal, my son?
And what did she give you, my handsome young man?’
‘Eels fried in a pan; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.’
12A.4 ‘And wha gat your leavins, Lord Randal, my son?
And wha gat your leavins, my handsom young man?’
‘My hawks and my hounds; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi hunting, and fain wad lie down.’
12A.5 d what becam of them, Lord Randal, my son?
And what becam of them, my handsome young man?’
‘They stretched their legs out an died; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m wearied wi huntin, and fain wad lie down.’
12A.6 ‘O I fear you are poisoned, Lord Randal, my son!
I fear you are poisoned, my handsome young man!’
‘O yes, I am poisoned; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.’
12A.7 ‘What d’ye leave to your mother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d’ye leave to your mother, my handsome young man?’
‘Four and twenty milk kye; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.’
12A.8 ‘What d’ye leave to your sister, Lord Randal, my son?
What d’ye leave to your sister, my handsome young man?’
‘My gold and my silver; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, an I fain wad lie down.’
12A.9 ‘What d’ye leave to your brother, Lord Randal, my son?
What d’ye leave to your brother, my handsome young man?’
‘My houses and my lands; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.’
12A.10 ‘What d’ye leave to your true-love, Lord Randal, my son?
What d’ye leave to your true-love, my handsome young man?’
‘I leave her hell and fire; mother, mak my bed soon,
For I’m sick at the heart, and I fain wad lie down.’
@темы:
видео,
(с),
salinger,
the childballads,
литература
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18.05.2010 в 19:07*пошел пытаться настроить гитару*
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18.05.2010 в 19:09А мне вот просто интересно, тебе тоже жалко Рендала? Десять раз просить мать постелить постель, а она все подробности завещания выясняет
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18.05.2010 в 19:18-
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18.05.2010 в 19:21-
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18.05.2010 в 19:23А знаешь балладу "Эдвард"? Я не слышал, читал в переводе, но она мне так нравится...
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18.05.2010 в 19:27-
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18.05.2010 в 19:30читать дальше
www.youtube.com/watch?v=BCkcYYQv3so
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18.05.2010 в 19:33И звучание такое... интересное.
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18.05.2010 в 19:34-
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18.05.2010 в 19:45-
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19.05.2010 в 15:39Светиэль , а тебе нравятся баллады Шиллера?
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19.05.2010 в 17:22-
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20.05.2010 в 12:16тут еще много всего =)
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20.05.2010 в 14:58