íå õîòåëîñü áû ñëèøêîì ïîïóëÿðèçèðîâàòü ìèëèòàðèçì, íî òàê êàêÿ èì ïðîïèòàí... òî íå ïîóë÷èòñÿ...
Âî âðåìÿ áèòâû. Ñîøëî áû è òàê - ïîñëå ñîâåðøåíèÿ áåñ÷èñëåííûõ ïîäâèãîâ è ìíîã÷èëåííûõ ðàíåíèé êòî òî èç äðóçåé ïðèõîäèò è ãîâîðèò - "ìû èõ öóê ïîðâàëè" è òîãäà ìîæíî óéèòè ñ ïîñëåäíèì âçäîõîì è ñ÷àñòëèâîé óëûáêîé...
ëó÷øå êîíå÷üíî, êîãî òî ñïàñàÿ. è ïðèõîäÿò è ãîâîðÿò - " Îíè ñïàñëèñü" -íó äåòè òàì âñÿêèå ìëàäåíöû æåíüøèíû äà ñòàðèêè... ôèíàëë òîò æå ñàìûé.![]()
Âîò, äàæå îäû ñî÷èíÿòü íå íàäî -óæå åñòü:
The blade I swing is black as night
Black as my soulless heart
It bears the burden of many lives
But I don't feel remorse
I lent my sword to anyone
Willing to pay the price
No regrets for what I've done
A mercenary's life
But there I was on battleground
Until I felt the jaws of death cut into my flesh
Defending old and weak
But I did not retreat
Now, here I lie in my own blood
And strangers cry for me
I'm prepared to meet the gods
I wished they'd let me be
I don't deserve their sympathy
I know who I am
My soul is death and misery
I am an evil man
I rest in my blood
Soon I will face the gods
Strangers cry for me
I wish they'd let me be
Show no sympathy
Shed no tears for me
I know who I am
I am an evil man
Âîò, êàêòî òàê... åñëè âèçóàëüíî - òî ñìåðòü ÿðëà âèêèíãîâ èç "13 âîéí"... Ýïè÷üíî.
Ëó÷øå êîíå÷üíî ïîçæå, ÷åì ðàíüøå...![]()




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