[Llynn-Wellesh]

07.09.2009 в 20:27

Пишет  Karolina Cienkowska:

". . . that country where it is always turning late in the year. That country where the hills are fog and the rivers are mist; where noons go quickly, dusks and twilights linger, and midnights stay. That country composed in the main of cellars, sub-cellars, coal-bins, closets, attics, and pantries faced away from the sun. That country whose people are autumn people, thinking only autumn thoughts. Whose people passing at night on the empty walks sound like rain . . . ."

(с) The October Country by Ray Bradbury