October 30th, 2017

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Помните, как в "По ком звонит колокол" цыган поет песню о каталонцах?

“Give us the Catalan, gypsy.”
 “Yes. Yes. The Catalan.”
 “All right,” the gypsy said and sang mournfully,

My nose is flat.
“My face is black.
“But still I am a man.”

 “Ole!” someone said. “Go on, gypsy!”
 The gypsy’s voice rose tragically and mockingly.

Thank God I am a Negro.
“And not a Catalan!

И еще:

“Fernandito,” Maria said to him. “Tell us of the time thee went to Valencia”

“I did not like Valencia.”

“Why?” Maria asked and pressed Robert Jordan’s arm again. “Why did thee not like it?”

“The people had no manners and I could not understand them. All they did was shout ché at one another.”

“Could they understand thee?” Maria asked.

“They pretended not to,” Fernando said.