Война закончилась, ветераны не нужны...
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vova_modelistПросто 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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Date: 2020-02-20 05:14 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-20 05:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-02-20 05:30 am (UTC)Угу, Fritz X это плюха та еще. И всё же, и всё же...
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Date: 2020-02-20 05:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-21 09:12 pm (UTC)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.