Nightwatch
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Re: Nightwatch
аз ще взема да я изкоментирам книжката...все повече се кефя на патриция и на Лу Цзе...междудругото той малко слива от другата книга - с мълнията, спирането на времето и всичко останало....много яко! но корицата не е като другите - доста по-хубава е...много ми хареса това с картините - едната Френската революция (така предполагам) другата същата, но с нашите хора...
Една от най-добрите (по-скоро - най-добрата)!
Току що я прочетох. Просто нямам думи. Нареждам я точно до "Малки Богове".
Е сега вече някой да посмее да ми каже че Пратчет бил "леко, неангажиращо четиво" или "малко повърхностна литература" - скачам на бой.
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Е сега вече някой да посмее да ми каже че Пратчет бил "леко, неангажиращо четиво" или "малко повърхностна литература" - скачам на бой.
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Re: Nightwatch
Честно, бях с много високи очаквания за "Нощна стража" след всичко, което бях чувал и чел отпреди. Когато я прочетох на английски преди няколко месеца останах като гръмнат - защото тя ги надмина! 
Невероятна книга, действително може да се каже, че е най-добрата на Пратчет за Света на Диска!
А сега научавам, че в българското издание пак имало рязаници
И наистина се изкушавам да седна да сравнявам българското и английското издание ред по ред...
No one remembers the singer. The song remains.
Невероятна книга, действително може да се каже, че е най-добрата на Пратчет за Света на Диска!
А сега научавам, че в българското издание пак имало рязаници
И наистина се изкушавам да седна да сравнявам българското и английското издание ред по ред...No one remembers the singer. The song remains.
Re: ....
Значи, Haplio със сигурност ги има всичките в оригинал онлайн. Аз също ги имам (почти всичките) и при нужда ще ги кача някъде.
Обаче това да четеш от монитора и да сравняваш не си е работа, изтощително е и въобще трудно би станало. Но не е невъзможно и принципно съм съгласен.
Като първа лепта към каузата ето една със сигурност липсваща част - финала на The Hogfather/Дядо Прас:
The beggars walked their erratic and occasionally backward walk along the city streets, while fresh morning snow began to fall. Occasionally one of them belched happily. They all wore paper hats, except for Foul Ole Ron, who'd eaten his. A tin can was passed from hand to hand. It contained a
mixture of fine wines and spirits and something in a can
that Arnold Sideways ha stolen from behind a paint factory in Phedre Road.
'The goose was good,' said the Duck Man, picking his
teeth.
'I'm surprised you et it, what with that duck on your
head,' said Coffin Henry, picking his nose.
'What duck?' said the Duck Man.
'What were that greasy stuff?' said Arnold Sideways.
'That, my dear fellow, was pўt© de foie gras. All the way
from Genua, I'll wager. And very good, too.'
'Dun' arf make you fart, don't it?'
'Ah, the world of haute cuisine,' said the Duck Man
happily.
They reached, by fits and starts, the back door of their favourite restaurant. The Duck Man looked at it dreamily, eyes filmy with recollection.
'I used to dine here almost every night,' he said.
'Why'd you stop?' said Coffin Henry.
'I... I don't really know,' said the Duck Man. 'It's... rather a blur, I'm afraid. Back in the days when I... think I was someone else. But still,' he said, patting
Arnold's head, 'as they say, "Better a meal of old boots where friendship is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith." Forward, please, Ron.'
They positioned Foul Ole Ron in front of the back door and then knocked on it. When a waiter opened it Foul Ole Ron grinned at him, exposing what remained of his teeth and his famous halitosis, which was still all there.
'Millennium hand and shrimp!' he said, touching his forelock.
' "Compliments of the season",' the Duck Man translated.
The man went to shut the door but Arnold Sideways was ready for him and had wedged his boot in the crack.
'We thought you might like us to come round at lunchtime and sing a merry Hogswatch glee for your customers,' said the Duck Man. Beside him, Coffin Henry began one of his volcanic bouts of coughing, which even sounded green. ' No charge, of course.'
'It being Hogswatch,' said Arnold.
The beggars, despite being too disreputable even to belong to the Beggars' Guild, lived quite well by their own low standards. This was generally by careful application of the Certainty Principle. People would give them all sorts of things if they were certain to go away.
A few minutes later they wandered off again, pushing a happy Arnold who was surrounded by hastily wrapped packages.
'People can be so kind,' said the Duck Man.
'Millennium hand and shrimp.'
Arnold started to investigate the charitable donations as they manoeuvred his trolley through the slush and drifts.
'Tastes... sort of familiar,' he said.
'Familiar like what?'
'Like mud and old boots.'
'Cam! That's posh grub, that is.'
'Yeah, yeah... ' Arnold chewed for a while. 'You don't think we've become posh all of a sudden?'
'Dunno. You posh, Ron?'
'Buggrit.'
'Yep. Sounds posh to me.'
The snow began to settle gently on the River Ankh.
'Still... Happy New Year, Arnold.'
'Happy New Year, Duck Man. And your duck.'
'What duck?'
'Happy New Year, Henry.'
'Happy New Year, Ron.'
'Buggrem!'
'And god bless us, every one,' said Arnold Sideways.
The curtain of snow hid them from view.
'Which god?'
'Dunno. What've you got?'
'Duck Man?'
'Yes, Henry?'
'You know that stalled ox you mentioned?'
'Yes, Henry?'
'How come it'd stalled? Run out of grass, or something?'
'Ah... it was more a figure of speech, Henry.'
'Not an ox?'
'Not exactly. What I meant was-'
And then there was only the snow.
After a while, it began to melt in the sun.
No one remembers the singer. The song remains.
Обаче това да четеш от монитора и да сравняваш не си е работа, изтощително е и въобще трудно би станало. Но не е невъзможно и принципно съм съгласен.
Като първа лепта към каузата ето една със сигурност липсваща част - финала на The Hogfather/Дядо Прас:
The beggars walked their erratic and occasionally backward walk along the city streets, while fresh morning snow began to fall. Occasionally one of them belched happily. They all wore paper hats, except for Foul Ole Ron, who'd eaten his. A tin can was passed from hand to hand. It contained a
mixture of fine wines and spirits and something in a can
that Arnold Sideways ha stolen from behind a paint factory in Phedre Road.
'The goose was good,' said the Duck Man, picking his
teeth.
'I'm surprised you et it, what with that duck on your
head,' said Coffin Henry, picking his nose.
'What duck?' said the Duck Man.
'What were that greasy stuff?' said Arnold Sideways.
'That, my dear fellow, was pўt© de foie gras. All the way
from Genua, I'll wager. And very good, too.'
'Dun' arf make you fart, don't it?'
'Ah, the world of haute cuisine,' said the Duck Man
happily.
They reached, by fits and starts, the back door of their favourite restaurant. The Duck Man looked at it dreamily, eyes filmy with recollection.
'I used to dine here almost every night,' he said.
'Why'd you stop?' said Coffin Henry.
'I... I don't really know,' said the Duck Man. 'It's... rather a blur, I'm afraid. Back in the days when I... think I was someone else. But still,' he said, patting
Arnold's head, 'as they say, "Better a meal of old boots where friendship is, than a stalled ox and hatred therewith." Forward, please, Ron.'
They positioned Foul Ole Ron in front of the back door and then knocked on it. When a waiter opened it Foul Ole Ron grinned at him, exposing what remained of his teeth and his famous halitosis, which was still all there.
'Millennium hand and shrimp!' he said, touching his forelock.
' "Compliments of the season",' the Duck Man translated.
The man went to shut the door but Arnold Sideways was ready for him and had wedged his boot in the crack.
'We thought you might like us to come round at lunchtime and sing a merry Hogswatch glee for your customers,' said the Duck Man. Beside him, Coffin Henry began one of his volcanic bouts of coughing, which even sounded green. ' No charge, of course.'
'It being Hogswatch,' said Arnold.
The beggars, despite being too disreputable even to belong to the Beggars' Guild, lived quite well by their own low standards. This was generally by careful application of the Certainty Principle. People would give them all sorts of things if they were certain to go away.
A few minutes later they wandered off again, pushing a happy Arnold who was surrounded by hastily wrapped packages.
'People can be so kind,' said the Duck Man.
'Millennium hand and shrimp.'
Arnold started to investigate the charitable donations as they manoeuvred his trolley through the slush and drifts.
'Tastes... sort of familiar,' he said.
'Familiar like what?'
'Like mud and old boots.'
'Cam! That's posh grub, that is.'
'Yeah, yeah... ' Arnold chewed for a while. 'You don't think we've become posh all of a sudden?'
'Dunno. You posh, Ron?'
'Buggrit.'
'Yep. Sounds posh to me.'
The snow began to settle gently on the River Ankh.
'Still... Happy New Year, Arnold.'
'Happy New Year, Duck Man. And your duck.'
'What duck?'
'Happy New Year, Henry.'
'Happy New Year, Ron.'
'Buggrem!'
'And god bless us, every one,' said Arnold Sideways.
The curtain of snow hid them from view.
'Which god?'
'Dunno. What've you got?'
'Duck Man?'
'Yes, Henry?'
'You know that stalled ox you mentioned?'
'Yes, Henry?'
'How come it'd stalled? Run out of grass, or something?'
'Ah... it was more a figure of speech, Henry.'
'Not an ox?'
'Not exactly. What I meant was-'
And then there was only the snow.
After a while, it began to melt in the sun.
No one remembers the singer. The song remains.
липсващи страници?
Нее, как е възможно това? ЦЕЛИЯТ този пасаж го няма на бг?! Предлагам публично бичуване за редактора. Това е негова/нейна грешка, знам как работят качествените редактори в издателство и как гледат за всяка буква и запетая.
И не, не стреляйте по преводача!:)
If I seem superhuman I have been misunderstood.
И не, не стреляйте по преводача!:)
If I seem superhuman I have been misunderstood.
в отговор на Шипkoвият kpaл
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Re: липсващи страници?
Ia poglednete na koricata na Night Watch - nad liavoto rano na Reg Shu - tam shte vidite gornata chast na liceto na Paul Kidby (ili pak beshe Kirby?? Barkam gi). Toi se e narisuval tam, taka kakto i Rembrand se e narisuval na sashtoto miasto v negovata Night Watch!!!
Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat!
Vulnerant omnes, ultima necat!
Re: Кидби?
А забелязахте ли Ветинари с протегнатата дясна ръка? Над нея се вижда шлем с две очи, но под ръката няма тяло. Интересто, а? Но защо?
Всъщност кого още виждаме на корицата? Там е онзи от Неспоменаваните, на който Ваймс счупи ръката (забравих му името. Всъщност какво пише на гипса?). Естествено се виждат Лу Цзе, Ноби, Ваймс, Ваймс :), Рег Шу, доктор Лоун (другият в черно) и Ветинари. Според мен този, който е от другата страна на ръката на Ветинари, е Дикинс. За Пол Кидби също разбрахме. Но кои са останалите?
Всъщност кого още виждаме на корицата? Там е онзи от Неспоменаваните, на който Ваймс счупи ръката (забравих му името. Всъщност какво пише на гипса?). Естествено се виждат Лу Цзе, Ноби, Ваймс, Ваймс :), Рег Шу, доктор Лоун (другият в черно) и Ветинари. Според мен този, който е от другата страна на ръката на Ветинари, е Дикинс. За Пол Кидби също разбрахме. Но кои са останалите?