The Dark Tower VII. The Dark Tower
#136
Отправлено: 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 18:57:20
Ну если так то Стив молоток!
Как я понял оставшиеся 20 странниц это послесловия Кинга? Хм. интересно будет почитать...
#137
Отправлено: 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 18:58:51
Корт, я в тебя верю... ты сможешь выдержать это!!!
#138
Отправлено: 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 19:03:20
Teanur (Sep 23 2004, 09:58 PM) писал:
Ну я так и удмал что Патрик... только чего ж Роланд так убивается из-за него?
#139
Отправлено: 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 19:04:27
Kort (Sep 23 2004, 07:57 PM) писал:
#140
Отправлено: 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 19:06:43
А чего ему не убиваться? Отубивался по одним, теперь по другим, судьба у него такая, видать... в этом витке... хе... прочитаешь, все узнаешь, закаляй волю, сей!!!
#141
Отправлено: 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 19:06:44
Kort (Sep 23 2004, 08:03 PM) писал:
Патрик та может как раз и выжил в отличии от ка-тета Роланда, чтоб еще разок все провернуть!
Отредактировано: Urfin Jusse, 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 19:13:36
#142
Отправлено: 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 19:09:25
#143
Отправлено: 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 19:21:19
Guest (Sep 23 2004, 08:10 PM) писал:
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Прошу помогите, если сможете
Заранее спасибо!
Francis Gull
З.Ы. Об этом на предыдущей странице уже говорилось!
#144
Отправлено: 23 Сентябрь 2004 - 19:43:41
#145 Сэй proshot
Отправлено: 24 Сентябрь 2004 - 01:19:00
Последние строки из ТБ7!
Roland of Gilead walked through the last door, the one healways sought, the one he always found. It closed gently behindhim....
The gunslinger paused for a moment, swaying on his feet. Hethought he'd almost passed out. It was the heat, of course; thedamned heat. There was a wind, but it was dry and brought norelief. He took his waterskin, judged how much was left by theheft of it, knew he shouldn't drink—it wasn't time to drink—and had a swallow, anyway.
For a moment he had felt he was somewhere else. In theTower itself, mayhap. But of course the desert was tricky, andfull of mirages. The Dark Tower still lay thousands of wheelsahead. That sense of having climbed many stairs and lookedinto many rooms where many faces had looked back at him wasalready fading.
I will reach it, he thought, squinting up at the pitiless sun. I swear on the name of my father that I will.
And perhaps this time if you get there it will be different, a voicewhispered—surely the voice of desert delirium, for what othertime had there ever been? He was what he was and where hewas, just that, no more than that, no more. He had no sense ofhumor and little imagination, but he was steadfast. He was agunslinger. And in his heart, well-hidden, he still felt the bitterromance of the quest.
You 're the one who never changes, Cort had told him once, and in his voice Roland could have sworn he heard fear ... althoughwhy Cort should have been afraid of him—a boy—Rolandcouldn't tell. It'll be your damnation, boy. You'll wear out a hundred pairs of boots on your xoalk to hell.
And Vannay: Those who do not learn from the past are condemned to repeat it
.And his mother: Roland, must you always be so serious ? Canyou never rest?
Yet the voice whispered it again (different this time mayhap different)
and Roland did seem to smell something other than alkaliand devil-grass. He thought it might be flowers.
He thought it might be roses.
He shifted his gunna from one shoulder to the other, thentouched the horn that rode on his belt behind the gun on hisright hip. The ancient brass horn had once been blown byArthur Eld himself, or so the story did say. Roland had given itto Cuthbert Allgood at Jericho Hill, and when Cuthbert fell,Roland had paused just long enough to pick it up again, knock-ing the deathdust of that place from its throat.
This is your sigul, whispered the fading voice that bore withit the dusk-sweet scent of roses, the scent of home on a summerevening—O lost!—a stone, a rose, an unfound door; a stone,a rose, a door.
This is your promise that things may be different, Roland—thatthere may yet be rest. Even salvation.
A pause, and then:
If you stand. If you are true.
He shook his head to clear it, thought of taking another sipof water, and dismissed the idea. Tonight. When he built hiscampfire over the bones of Walter's fire. Then he would drink.As for now . . .
As for now, he would resume his journey. Somewhere aheadwas the Dark Tower. Closer, however, much closer, was theman (was he a man? was he really?) who could perhaps tell himhow to get there. Roland would catch him, and when he did,that man would talk—aye, yes, yar, tell it on the mountain asyou'd hear it in the valley: Walter would be caught, and Walterwould talk.
Roland touched the horn again, and its reality was oddlycomforting, as if he had never touched it before.
Time to get moving.
The man in black fled across die desert, and the gunslingerfollowed.
Отредактировано: Urfin Jusse, 24 Сентябрь 2004 - 09:09:59
#146 Сэй Guest
Отправлено: 24 Сентябрь 2004 - 01:25:22
#147
Отправлено: 24 Сентябрь 2004 - 10:09:41
#148
Отправлено: 24 Сентябрь 2004 - 10:59:42
Urfin Jusse (Sep 24 2004, 01:09 PM) писал:
#149
Отправлено: 24 Сентябрь 2004 - 12:30:05
Zoomer (Sep 24 2004, 01:24 PM) писал:
А кто-нить уже конвертнул ТБ VII из pdf в txt? Если да то киньте ссылку плиз! А то что-то пробую с помощью pdf2txt V3.0 перегнать, но у меня примерно на четвертой главе все умирает и виснет
На pocket Pc очень уж неудобно в pdf читать Help!
Тут софта всякого для палмов, покетов и всяческих смартфонов как грязи!
#150
Отправлено: 24 Сентябрь 2004 - 13:25:56
Kort (Sep 23 2004, 03:39 PM) писал:
Цитата
Шпокойствие, дорогая, только шпокойствие! В нашей Партии наливают всем! Партийные списки я уже выкладывал тут