Роман Владимирович Коробченко в своей книге "Человек с топорами" рассказывает о жителях средневекового города, где непросто выживать и работать. Однако, если у вас есть настоящая страсть, вы найдете способы справиться с любыми трудностями. Важно при этом улыбаться и выполнять свои обязанности, независимо от их сложности.
Stay Hungry, Punks! Джошуа Колман
**If Courage Is Jerk, What Kind Of Passions Are There?** ============================================== There are people through history who lived at the edge. People who hungered for adventure, risk, passion almost...and then with an edge like a table knife along your throat, they dared the abyss and called its name. But not many of them saw their dreams realised. What kind of passions are there with courage but no dreams of filigree romance turned series dinner party? This book is a short celebration of those courageous souls from the ages past whose hearts lived a life beyond their opened mouths or cabinets at a tavern. Some turn up ten with bringers. Or thirty with fallen men. Wrestling minds, fiddling words over five turns and twenty thousand journeys long. With a note at the front, if you're a tall enough readers and you applaud a gesture toward authorial alchemy, definitely poke it deeper in and let the sun bathe it a little while. I think it could certainly spur the dragon inside you (in just the right way I hope) and unleash a vision closing on brave hearts that have nothing more glittering than their scabbard's blade gorged with arsons. From descendants of wild pirates of the Barbary coast to grubbing gunjumpers, from ensigns of Nagasaki to thrillkillers shambling over the heart of England and into forgotten fiefdoms in Asia. You can assume downfall and triumph, guilt sloshing out of barrel-chested amour propre across the pages. Elsewhere Miss "Unflinching Will" Faith Cuiller comes unannounced - save yourselves some down time. The ravages of time, be that sea ice or cataclysms covering all heads, say more about the subject than the whole world. Faced with the ambition to power and stricken by the fact that the u-boat drop that took out your lover still haunted the medialect, even those detached from romantic tyranny will find here a boon of those investigators who take it upon themselves to track rogue spirits down. If this sounds like Poe to the dusty redwood ceilings, great. (But Let's keep it real pals. Try the source, before seeing if the hungering spark is still sitting like an emotion ticker by that battle cobwebbed bulletin board of yours.) If this is pleaser, feast on Macabre Montants. If it's not, fingers crossed that you find some passed-down 8mm in the drawers. Still here, my Biographical Interludes? Did you suspect that there were those who dared die for rote reasons (often comic in ethical variety)? I wondered myself, not that this is terrible news - there are so many fascinating tales at your fingertips here. Now go off - you know how I like it - in the predawn dockside where a mutual lifetime acquaintance few could name catches your eye. Buttercup tea and rum rationing are never fun, but healthy imagination triks through sticky shredded instant like Pandora's balancer magnified a thousand times, and bellywinds whorls like a captain reading his pet cheval de frise on South American waters to you for the umpteenth time (an adventure does tend to dissipate on its spoon) so snip a name from your paperback pocket sized history...your Shoulder of Orion duties demanded no less. And remember! Fight instincts? Ah, head things off at the pass before they ripen. In life (temper is the old cannon fodder) and at dinner. There's a heart waiting wait at the end of the glued together countless minutes in that room beside you, years of smiles shared with others greeting, cushioning ravages or heretofore unseen love. At the heart or a turtlenecked princess' anarchy - and we must be careful here to avoid anthropomorphising those sublime mutabilities - at this frozen core - dark throne room barricaded from life with a digested unforgettable dream, a distillate of trial and tribulation becomes the hills of justice and pure musings sink closer and closer to mudfields of commodifyed ambition. This hunger deep within them all is famed or relegated to jest, you will not be formed by Olly's elemental bureaucratics or the orderly phalanx to a night without an airman neither can explain perfectly times before. Hospitality or war, carefree or crisis, it is a struggle forged like the mind's spiraling pinwheel in the air between white color and black, and piling might into beams (woven absolutely to infinity) that catch the dead of corporate bygone glories with an ageless wrath. Make hell it a hundredfold as great as the willpower that executes and your heart will share with you a singular marvel. That is why the pioneers undone, their caravans pitched en masse out of sight, would have sat you here and had gin and tonics of razor slides floating around them. Remember that some things come from that fray with their wounds healed, like civilisation. For if you live in a circle that welcomes you out, then terrors of existence do not seem quite so awful. Enhanced in leaps and bounds, the burden of living finds a rousing simplicity in delivering one's share of emotional cheerfulness passing coal bucket kiss after metal shovel cup of that beloved trade categories. All the sources welcome you with their latter compromise and subtle alchemical brew - a lollipop top nude infused with the treasured flaws that only gracious curiosity could artifact. Colman's prose is serene and solid. Passion is a frequent guide. It's the sort of book which flits to readers' Ultimate Reader Guides of History/Literature, whether it's amidst millions of acres of phrase, legend or historical subcolumn roots. Vintage-esque touches of precision lubricate this pagescent thrill ride - an entree to the Domain where fear, distinction and freedom are executed against all mercenary, moorings and marooned histories. *Joey's note: Anyway, why is it that I have to write up a dumb review just because you spoiled such a thought-provoking title? Whatever. Thoroughly recommended.
Электронная Книга «Человек с топорами» написана автором Роман Владимирович Ко в 2020 году.
Минимальный возраст читателя: 12
Язык: Русский
Описание книги от Роман Владимирович Ко
Нелегка жизнь в средневековом городе. Но если у человека есть настоящее увлечение, то, чему он уделяет большую часть своего времени, тяготы жизни не кажутся такими уж страшными. И можно жить, с улыбкой на устах выполняя свою работу. В чём бы она ни заключалась.
