-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Джон Бакен
-
- Запретный лес
-
- Стр. 182/195
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
The
quiet
voice
spoke
.
"
You
are
gross
and
elderly
and
I
have
the
exercised
strength
of
youth
.
At
no
time
could
you
hope
to
strive
with
me
.
But
this
night
the
might
of
the
Lord
is
in
me
,
and
I
could
break
you
like
a
straw
.
.
.
.
You
will
come
with
me
,
though
I
have
to
ding
you
senseless
and
carry
you
.
"
The
man
scrambled
to
his
feet
and
made
the
place
echo
with
his
cries
for
help
.
No
answer
came
,
except
the
flap
of
disturbed
night
birds
.
"
Where
would
ye
have
me
gang
?
"
he
whimpered
.
"
Into
the
Wood
-
-
to
the
place
you
know
of
.
Ephraim
Caird
,
this
night
I
give
you
the
chance
of
salvation
.
I
may
have
erred
-
-
my
eyes
may
have
deceived
me
-
-
it
may
not
have
been
you
that
capered
and
piped
in
a
dog
’
s
mask
to
yon
lost
crew
.
If
I
have
been
wrong
,
it
will
be
proven
yonder
.
If
I
have
been
right
,
you
will
be
given
a
chance
of
repentance
.
We
go
up
to
the
Mount
together
that
you
may
choose
between
Abiron
and
Jehovah
.
"
Chasehope
crouched
like
a
dog
.
"
I
daurna
-
-
I
daurna
,
"
he
wailed
.
"
I
’
m
a
believin
’
man
,
but
I
daurna
enter
the
Wud
.
.
.
.
It
’
s
no
the
season
-
-
there
’
s
fearsome
things
ryngin
’
in
’
t
.
Oh
,
ye
dinna
ken
.
.
.
.
Let
me
gang
hame
,
and
the
morn
I
’
ll
gang
on
my
hunkers
to
Kirk
Aller
and
sweir
that
a
’
I
hae
said
against
ye
was
a
lee
.
I
’
ll
confess
.
.
.
"
David
’
s
grip
was
on
his
arm
,
but
he
did
not
struggle
.
His
legs
were
loosened
,
and
his
whole
body
drooped
like
a
creature
stricken
with
the
palsy
.
"
I
’
ll
make
confession
-
-
I
’
ll
tell
ye
things
that
are
no
to
be
named
-
-
I
took
the
Wud
wi
’
ithers
,
but
I
kenned
I
was
a
redeemed
soul
and
that
the
Lord
wouldna
cast
me
away
.
.
.
.
I
aye
ettled
to
repent
,
for
I
was
sure
o
’
the
Mercy
Seat
.
.
.
.
It
is
written
that
Solomon
went
after
the
abominations
of
Moab
,
and
was
yet
numbered
among
the
Elect
.
.
.
.
But
I
’
ll
hae
nae
mair
o
’
t
frae
this
day
.
.
.
.
I
’
ll
tak
’
my
aith
on
the
Word
.
.
.
.
I
’
ll
cast
my
idols
ahint
my
back
.
.
.
I
’
ll
burn
the
books
.
.
.
I
’
ll
forswear
the
Deil
.
.
.
"
"
You
will
do
it
yonder
,
"
said
David
.
