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kiyanyn про серию Вот это я попал!

Переписанная Википедия в области оружия, изредка перемежающаяся рассказами о том, как ГГ в одиночку, а потом вдвоем :) громил немецкие дивизии, попутно дирижируя случайно оказавшимися в кустах симфоническими оркестрами.

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Влад и мир про Семенов: Нежданно-негаданно... (Альтернативная история)

Автор несёт полную чушь. От его рассуждений уши вянут, логики ноль. Ленин был отличным экономистом и умел признавать свои ошибки. Его экономическим творчеством стал НЭП. Китайцы привязали НЭП к новым условиям - уничтожения свободного рынка на основе золота и серебра и существование спекулятивного на основе фантиков МВФ. И поимели все технологии мира в придачу к ввозу промышленности. Сталин частично разрушил Ленинский НЭП, добил его

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Влад и мир про Шенгальц: Черные ножи (Альтернативная история)

Читать не интересно. Стиль написания - тягомотина и небывальщина. Как вы представляете 16 летнего пацана за 180, худого, болезненного, с больным сердцем, недоедающего, работающего по 12 часов в цеху по сборке танков, при этом имеющий силы вставать пораньше и заниматься спортом и тренировкой. Тут и здоровый человек сдохнет. Как всегда автор пишет о чём не имеет представление. Я лично общался с рабочим на заводе Свердлова, производившего

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Влад и мир про Владимиров: Ирландец 2 (Альтернативная история)

Написано хорошо. Но сама тема не моя. Становление мафиози! Не люблю ворьё. Вор на воре сидит и вором погоняет и о ворах книжки сочиняет! Любой вор всегда себя считает жертвой обстоятельств, мол не сам, а жизнь такая! А жизнь кругом такая, потому, что сам ты такой! С арифметикой у автора тоже всё печально, как и у ГГ. Простая задачка. Есть игроки, сдающие определённую сумму для участия в игре и получающие определённое количество фишек. Если в

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DXBCKT про Дамиров: Курсант: Назад в СССР (Детективная фантастика)

Месяца 3-4 назад прочел (а вернее прослушал в аудиоверсии) данную книгу - а руки (прокомментировать ее) все никак не доходили)) Ну а вот на выходных, появилось время - за сим, я наконец-таки сподобился это сделать))

С одной стороны - казалось бы вполне «знакомая и местами изьезженная» тема (чуть не сказал - пластинка)) С другой же, именно нюансы порой позволяют отличить очередной «шаблон», от действительно интересной вещи...

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Our age is just so short …
Have you ever had that thought?
Did you ever think of life
And the death in which you'll dive?
We may tell you of your choice -
Listen not if it is noise,
Listen for to change your life
And the death in which to dive.
May we hope that you will hear
Of the cross you'll have to bear?
May we trust that you will listen
Even though your eyes don't glisten?
Even though the path is hard
And may tear you apart?
We will tell in but few words
Of that Choice Of Many Sorts,
You may hear us or not,
Having fled, or having fought.
Choice is simple as it is -
You may help or you may tease,
You may fight or you may run,
Being moon or being sun.
You'll be wise or you'll be dumb,
Being river, being pump,
Being friend or being foe,
You'll be head, or you'll be toe.
You may live safe or be in danger,
Be encaged or live as stranger,
Live as man or live as herd,
Wait for freedom - or shepherd.
Live for good or live for bad,
Feel as happy or as sad,
Feel as same or feel as other,
Live with enemy or brother.
You'll be once or be forever,
Dead at once or never-ever,
You'll be life or you'll be death,
Nothing more, yet nothing less...
Choice is told for those who’re bold,
Being whispered, never sold,
With a touch and not a hit
Light of yours we tried to lit.
You may hear or may not,
Change your path or just abort,
But of this you have been taught
For your life is just so short...

Мертвые рыцари

I know, I know - the epoch's wrong,
No more bard will sing a song,
No more knight will roam the lands ...
Theirs weapons fill museum stands.
I know, I know - they are now past,
Theirs bodies nothing but a dust,
But their spirits still alive -
And for the justice they still strife.
The word and blade ... the word is blade -
And it will make its holy raid,
All sleeping knights it will awake
For good of all ... for their sake.
The knight is sworn to uphold good,
Be always vigil, fast on foot,
The knights are born to fight with evil
In their hearts as with a devil.
The knight is sworn to protect weak
And justice he shall always seek,
Those knights are always born anew -
But their numbers very few.
Is there is one to answer call ?
The question made, the silence fall ...
They have embraced their dreams -
To make them fight there are no means.
I know, I know - they are long gone,
When they are killed - the world shall moan,
When they are dead, the world will cry ...
Come forth, assassins, make your try !
For I do know - the time is right
For one ferocious, one last fight ...
The knights are born to no avail,
And thus villains shall prevail.
The time will pass, the world will shift,
And virtue will once show a rift,
For there is thing that's truly sad ...
There are no knights - they all are dead.

Последний вопрос

When time will come for you to die
Will you behave like shocked guy?
Or will prefer to keep your silence?
Or rush and cry with hate in violence?
And how you'll rate your used life -
Two? Three? Four? Five?
And who will be with your that time?
And what was your life's biggest crime?
And what the question you will ask
Before it is your final dusk?
And will you face without fear
Her silent gaze, which would be near?
And what will be your final words,
Are they melodious chords?
Or will they sound just like this :
"Oh death, hold on ! I beg you, please !"?
There is much time now to decide
Before it is your final night,
Until it is your final dusk
How will you answer, being asked.
For judging way of how you died
One understands of how you lived,
It may be most important thought …
And all the other matters not.

Любовь и ненависть судьбу твою творят

Love and hate will brew your fate,
Open divine, hellish gate,
Make or crush your human being,
Burn your eyes or give new seeing.
You was once a man of pride
Who was many times but right,
Something like enlightened man
With a wisdom in your pen.
Of the love you tried to say,
Helping strangers on your way,
Writing poems at your leisure,
Living life with all its pleasure...
All until you start to hate
Other humans on earth plate,
Who were full of sins and evils,
Who did look like just as devils.
Was you right to feel as such,
In disgust escaping touch,
Turning back in thought and action,
Cursing their breed and faction?
They, perhaps, were distant ones,
Though they too were divine sons,
Though they too were God's creation,
Though they too were population.
It's now different you feel -
Heart was locked with a seal...
Oh, where has gone your sanity?
It's all but like insanity...
With a headache in your head,
With your eyes of color red,
With the illness of your mind
Will again peace you find?
Love and hate decide your fate,
Closing hellish, divine gate,
Killing or reborn your being,
Give new sight or end your seeing...

Притормози

Slow down, friend, you've worked fine
For endless months staying till nine,
And worked like a caged pet,
Whose health became his crazy bet.
All hoping to contribute much
To your new home place as of such
And please the rulers of the match,
Who are too far to be of touch.
But you will find no treasure chest
In a society like wasp's nest.
A test of