5-го марта 1822. Тифлис
Прихожу к Полю; бичё его, который тарелки чистит, принимает депутацию от крепостных своих мужиков. Они жалуются, что им есть нечего; он, князь, им уделяет рубль из своего жалованья. И мой бичё, конюх Иван,— князь, сын маиорский. Прихожу домой, у моего Амлиха гости. « Кто у тебя?» — «Цари».— «Как цари?» — «Да-с, царевнины сыновья, царевичи, нам соседи».
Из путевых заметок А. С. Грибоедова
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воскресенье, 29 сентября 2013 г.
Delta Rae. Bottom of the River
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down
A long way down
If you get sleep or if you get none
The cock's gonna call in the morning baby
Check the cupboard for your daddy's gun
Red sun rises like an early warning
The Lord's gonna come for your firstborn son
His hair's on fire and his heart is burning
So go to the river where the water runs
Wash him deep where the tides are turning
And if you fall, if you fall
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down
A long way down
The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger
Drive your son like a railroad spike
Into the water, let it pull him under
Don't you lift him, let him drown alive
The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder
Let that fever make the water rise
And let the river run dry
And I said hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down
A long way down
Ooh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down
A long way down
If you get sleep or if you get none
The cock's gonna call in the morning baby
Check the cupboard for your daddy's gun
Red sun rises like an early warning
The Lord's gonna come for your firstborn son
His hair's on fire and his heart is burning
So go to the river where the water runs
Wash him deep where the tides are turning
And if you fall, if you fall
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down
A long way down
The wolves will chase you by the pale moonlight
Drunk and driven by a devil's hunger
Drive your son like a railroad spike
Into the water, let it pull him under
Don't you lift him, let him drown alive
The good Lord speaks like a rolling thunder
Let that fever make the water rise
And let the river run dry
And I said hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down to the bottom of the river
Hold my hand
Ooh baby it's a long way down
A long way down
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