Ты знаешь, кроваво-черные воды зла кишат пурпурными скатами. И пламя Армагеддона застит небеса багровыми платами... Меня больше нет...и кто-то иной управляет рассветами и закатами
14.02.2011 в 23:08
Пишет Jean-Paul:Бэзил Рэтбоун об Эрролле Флинне
URL записиHe was one of the most beautiful male animals I have ever met (...) I woulв say that he was fond of me, for the reasons I shall never know. It was always "dear old Buzzz," and he would flash that smile that was both defiant and cruel, but which for me always had a tinge of affection in it. We only crossed swords, never words, and he was generous and appreciative of my work. I liked him and he liked me.
Переводить лень, в словарь лезть лень, но общий смысл понятен. Я выкинула полстраницы рассуждений о карьере и таланте Эрролла.