женщина с музыкой в голове.)
о.))) мне хочется рисовать по книжкам Хобб. мне нравятся сны, которые мне снятся. я почти там.)
- Dragons. That sounds different.
- Does it? - His voice dropped to a whisper. - Does it really? I think not. Remember with your heart. Go back, go back, and go back. The skies of this world were always meant to have dragons. When they are not there, humans miss them. Some never think of them, of course. But some children, from the time they are small, they look up at a blue summer sky and watch for something that never comes. Because they know. Something that was supposed to be there faded and vanished. Something that we must bring back, you and I.
- Dragons. That sounds different.
- Does it? - His voice dropped to a whisper. - Does it really? I think not. Remember with your heart. Go back, go back, and go back. The skies of this world were always meant to have dragons. When they are not there, humans miss them. Some never think of them, of course. But some children, from the time they are small, they look up at a blue summer sky and watch for something that never comes. Because they know. Something that was supposed to be there faded and vanished. Something that we must bring back, you and I.
(с) Robin Hobb "The Golden Fool".