Глава 134-я или Грустная сказка (Часть Третья) |
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Глава 133-я или Грустная сказка (Часть Вторая) |
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Глава 132-я или Грустная сказка (Часть Первая) |
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Глава 131-я или Чужая сказка. |
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Глава 129-я или Сказка о Том, что мы не одиноки |
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Глава 128-я или Сказка об Откровенности (Часть Третья) |
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Глава 127-я или Сказка об Откровенности (Часть Вторая) |
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Глава 126-я или Сказка о Зависти |
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Глава 125-я или Сказка об Откровенности (Часть Первая) |
SEAN: You're just a kid. You don't have the faintest idea what you're talking about.
WILL: Why thank you.
SEAN: It's all right. You've never been out of Boston.
WILL: Nope.
SEAN: So, if I asked you about art, you'd probably give me the skinny on every art book ever written. Michelangelo. You know a lot about him. Life's work, political aspirations, him and the pope, sexual orientation, the whole works, right? But I bet you can't tell me what it smells like in the Sistine Chapel. You've never actually stood there and looked up at that beautiful ceiling. Seen that... If I ask you about women, you'd probably give me a syllabus of your personal favorites. You may have even been laid a few times. But you can't tell me what it feels like to wake up next to a woman and feel truly happy. You're a tough kid. I ask you about war, you'd probably uh...throw Shakespeare at me, right? "Once more into the breach, dear friends." But you've never been near one. You've never held your best friend's head in your lap, and watched him gasp his last breath looking to you for help. I ask you about love, you'd probably quote me a sonnet. But you've never looked at a woman and been totally vulnerable... known someone that could level you with her eyes. Feeling like God put an angel on Earth just for you... who could rescue you from the depths of Hell. And you wouldn't know what it's like to be her angel and to have that love for her be there forever. Through anything. Through cancer. And you wouldn't know about sleepin' sittin' up in a hospital room for two months, holding her hand because the doctors could see in your eyes that the terms visiting hours don't apply to you. You don't know about real loss, because that only occurs when you love something more than you love yourself. I doubt you've ever dared to love anybody that much. I look at you: I don't see an intelligent, confident man. I see a cocky, scared shitless kid. But you're a genius, Will. No one denies that. No one could possibly understand the depths of you. But you presume to know everything about me because you saw a painting of mine and ripped my fuckin' life apart. You're an orphan, right? Do you think I'd know the first thing about how hard your life has been, how you feel, who you are because I read Oliver Twist? Does that encapsulate you? Personally, I don't give a shit about that, because you know what? I can't learn anything from you I can't read in some fuckin' book. Unless you wanna talk about you, who you are. And I'm fascinated. I'm in. But you don't wanna do that, do you, sport? You're terrified of what you might say. Your move, chief.
"Good Will Hunting"
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Глава 124-я или Сказка о Будущем |
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Глава 122-я или чужая сказка. |
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Глава 120-я или Сказка о Благодарности |
The hardest thing is not knowing if you're doing any good.
"Thin Red Line"
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Глава 119-я или Сказка о Самом страшном |
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Глава 118-я или Сказка о Масках (Часть Вторая) |
You don't need to wear a [US Marine Corps] patch to have honor.
"A few good men"
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Глава 117-я или Сказка о Масках (Часть Первая) |
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Глава 115-я или Сказка о Точках зрения |
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Глава 114-я или Сказка, которая почти не появилась на свет (Часть Шестая) |
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Глава 112-я или Сказка о 3 января 2006 |
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Глава 109-я или Сказка, которая почти не появилась на свет (Часть Пятая) |
Вам везет... - вдруг тихо и серъёзно сказал Закир, наклонившись к Сергею. - Я вам страшно завидую... У вас сейчас такой период, когда самый кайф в знакомстве - самое его начало. Когда вы еще ее толком не знаете, и она вас тоже, и вы оба ведете себя так осторожно, изо всех сил стараясь казаться гораздо лучше, чем вы есть на самом деле... Такого в ваших отношениях уже больше никогда не будет.
С. Афанасьев. "Мегаполис"
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Глава Семьдесят Четвёртая или Вторая Сказка про Настоящую дружбу |
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