"Lord Dunsany - A Tale Of London" - читать интересную книгу автора (Dunsany Lord)

theirebony houses and the spires were all of gold, birds
struttedthere upon the copper roofs from golden spire to
spirethat have no equal for splendour in all the woods of
the world. And overLondon the desiderate city the sky is
sodeep a blue that by this alone the traveller may know
where he has come, and may end his fortunate journey. Nor
yetfor any colour of the sky is there too great heat in
London, for along its ways a wind blows always from the
South gently and cools the city.
"Such, O Friend of God, is indeed the city ofLondon ,
lyingvery far off on the yonder side ofBagdad , without a
peerfor beauty or excellence of its ways among the towns of
theearth or cities of song; and even so, as I have told,
itsfortunate citizens dwell, with their hearts ever
devisingbeautiful things and from the beauty of their own
fairwork that is more abundant around them every year,
receivingnew inspirations to work things more beautiful
yet."
"And is their government good?" the Sultan said.
"It is most good," said thehasheesh -eater, and fell
backwardsupon the floor.
He lay thus and was silent. And when the Sultan
perceivedhe would speak no more that night he smiled and
lightlyapplauded.
 And there was envy in that palace, in lands beyond
Badgad, of all that dwell inLondon.