"Charles de Lint - Mulengro" - читать интересную книгу автора (De Lint Charles)

With every light another color.

—Romany description of themselves


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Wagon, tent, or trailer born.

last month, last year, in far-off days;

born here or a thousand miles away,

there’s always men nearby who’ll say:

You better get born in someplace else,

So move along, get along, move along, get along!

Go! Move! Shift!

—from

“The Moving-On Song”

by Ewan MacColl




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Janfri Yayal watched his house burn down without expression.

The two-story, wood-frame structure was beyond rescue. Flames leapt half its height into the night skies.
Smoke erupted from windows and eaves, roiling upward like a ghost escaping the doomed flesh of its
host body. A gasp came from the watching crowd as a section of roof collapsed in a shower of sparks.
The firemen pulled back, all too aware of how ineffectual their efforts were at this point. Janfri’s only


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response was a nerve that twitched in his cheek.

The red light of the flames and the glare of the rotating beacons on the police cars and fire trucks