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vova_modelist) wrote2020-02-19 03:07 pm
vova_modelist) wrote2020-02-19 03:07 pm
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Война закончилась, ветераны не нужны...
Просто сильное фото...
You say you have no subject
And your brushes all have dried;
But come to Marazion
At the ebbing of the tide.
And look you out to seaward,
Where my Lady battle scarred
Hugs the rock that is more welcome,
Than the shameful breakers yard.
Paint her there upon the sunset
In her glory and despair,
With the diadem of victory
Still in flower upon her hair.
Let her whisper as she settles
Of her blooding long ago,
In the mist than mingles Jutland
With the might of Scapa Flow.
Let her tell you, too, of Narvik
With its snowy hills, and then
Of Matapan, Salerno
And the shoals of Walcheren;
And finally of Malta,
When along the purple street
Came in trail the Roman Navy
To surrender at her feet.
Of all these honours conscious,
How could she bear to be
Delivered to the spoiler
Or severed from the sea ?
So hasten then and paint her
In the last flush of her pride
On the rocks of Marazion,
At the ebbing of the tide.
-LT Commander R A B Mitchell
Фото из Picture Penzance, а стих из Фейсбука.
Слегка кликабельно.
You say you have no subject
And your brushes all have dried;
But come to Marazion
At the ebbing of the tide.
And look you out to seaward,
Where my Lady battle scarred
Hugs the rock that is more welcome,
Than the shameful breakers yard.
Paint her there upon the sunset
In her glory and despair,
With the diadem of victory
Still in flower upon her hair.
Let her whisper as she settles
Of her blooding long ago,
In the mist than mingles Jutland
With the might of Scapa Flow.
Let her tell you, too, of Narvik
With its snowy hills, and then
Of Matapan, Salerno
And the shoals of Walcheren;
And finally of Malta,
When along the purple street
Came in trail the Roman Navy
To surrender at her feet.
Of all these honours conscious,
How could she bear to be
Delivered to the spoiler
Or severed from the sea ?
So hasten then and paint her
In the last flush of her pride
On the rocks of Marazion,
At the ebbing of the tide.
-LT Commander R A B Mitchell
Фото из Picture Penzance, а стих из Фейсбука.
Слегка кликабельно.
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Наши вашим из каждого утяга орут - в омереги ветелеинарам - мяса не додают!
А наши -ваще недомократитчны!
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Я про леатхертчек.
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Вот старый пост с фото оттуда
https://vova-modelist.livejournal.com/124856.html
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Угу, Fritz X это плюха та еще. И всё же, и всё же...
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Но с деньгами у них тогда явно туго было. Плюс, видимо, про ценность туристических реликвий тогда не знали. Хотя Виктори вот прямо тут же, рядом, намекала :(
Вообще, Уорспайт с Гёбеном - посудины, которые безумно жалко. Многие другие интересные корабли - Бисмарк или Суворов там - не сохранить, они на дне. Но этих-то... война закончена, легенды на плаву.
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Ты же вчера приносил в курилку видео про "жизнь на первой линии пляжа, у моря"? Сен-Мало строго напротив.
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Англичане так и не договорились откуда взялось само слово "Уорспайт" и что же оно означает на самом деле...
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The origins of the name are unclear, although it is probably from the Elizabethan-era spelling of the word 'spite' – 'spight' – in part embodying contempt for the Navy's enemies, but which was also the common name for the green woodpecker, suggesting the 'Warspight' would poke holes in enemy ships' (wooden) hulls.[1] Until 1919 a woodpecker was used as the ships' crest; the official badge was a cannon, although the woodpecker continued to be used on the ships' tompions or gun muzzle plugs.
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