"David Eddings - Belgarath the Sorcerer (2)" - читать интересную книгу автора (Eddings David)Belgarath laughed.
"If I start telling that story, we'll still be sitting here a year from now, and we won't even be halfway through by then. We've all got better things to do." "Do we really, Grandfather?" Garion asked. "You just said that our part of this is over. Wouldn't this be a good time to sum it all up?" "What good would it do? You've got a kingdom to run, and Durnik's got this farm to tend. You've got more important things to do than sit around listening to me tell stories." "Write it down, then." The notion suddenly caught fire in Garion's mind. "You know, Grandfather, the more I think about it, the more I think you ought to do just that. You've been here since the very beginning. You're the only one who knows the whole story. You really should write it down, you know. Tell the world what really happened." Belgarath's expression grew pained. They've got their own preconceptions, and they're happy with them. I'm not going to spend the next fifty years scribbling on scraps of paper just so that people can travel to the Vale from the other side of the world to argue with me. Besides, I'm not a historian. I don't mind telling stories, but writing them down doesn't appeal to me. If I took on a project like that, my hand would fall off after a couple of years." "Don't be coy, Grandfather. Durnik and I both know that you don't have to do it by hand. You can think the words onto paper without ever picking up a pen." "Forget it," Belgarath said shortly. "I'm not going to waste my time on something as ridiculous as that." "You're lazy, Belgarath," Durnik accused. "Are you only just noticing that? I thought you were more observant." "You won't do it then?" Garion demanded. "Not unless somebody comes up with a better reason than you two have so |
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