Адулам

Оригинал взят у raf_sh в Адулам

И ушёл Давид оттуда, и убежал в пещеру Адулам; и прослышали об этом братья его и весь дом отца его, и ушли к нему туда. И собрались к нему всякий стесненный, и всякий незаможный, и всякий удручённый, и был он над ними водителем. И было с ним около четырёхсот человек.

Шмуэль (Самуил), 22, 1


Парк Адулам (35 км к юго-западу от Иерусалима).




В двух лентах:
- виды района Бейт-Гуврин;
- старые оливы;
- цветение крокусов;
- древние колодцы;
- следы деятельности современных вандалов, стремящихся переделать историю;
- виноградники;
- древние мавзолеи, один из них с откатывающейся дисковой каменной дверью;
- пещеры, где скрывался не только царь Давид, но и инсургенты Бар-Кохбы в борьбе против римского императора Адриана, 131-135 г.;
- единственная в Израиле древняя пирамида;
- развалины старинной синагоги и византийской христианской церкви;
- подземная голубятня (она же "колумбарий");
- розовые ягодопады;
- белые известняки;
- небеса, травы, деревья и облака.

( две ленты, 115 и 106 снимков... )

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Fire and Ice by R.Frost

Some say the world will end in fire,
some say in ice.
From what i've tasted of desire,
I hold with those who favor fire,
but if it had to perish twice,
I think I know enough of hate
to say that for destruction ice
is also great
and would suffice.

1960

Dust of Snow

The way a crow
Shook down on me
The dust of snow
From a hemlock tree

Has given my heart
A change of mood
And saved some part
Of a day I had rued.

(Robert Frost)

Good hours

I had for my winter evening walk—
No one at all with whom to talk,
But I had the cottages in a row
Up to their shining eyes in snow.

And I thought I had the folk within:
I had the sound of a violin;
I had a glimpse through curtain laces
Of youthful forms and youthful faces.

I had such company outward bound.
I went till there were no cottages found.
I turned and repented, but coming back
I saw no window but that was black.

Over the snow my creaking feet
Disturbed the slumbering village street
Like profanation, by your leave,
At ten o’clock of a winter eve.

(Robert Frost)

Desert places

Snow falling and night falling fast, oh, fast
In a field I looked into going past,
And the ground almost covered smooth in snow,
But a few weeds and stubble showing last.

The woods around it have it - it is theirs.
All animals are smothered in their lairs.
I am too absent-spirited to count;
The loneliness includes me unawares.

And lonely as it is, that loneliness
Will be more lonely ere it will be less -
A blanker whiteness of benighted snow
WIth no expression, nothing to express.

They cannot scare me with their empty spaces
Between stars - on stars where no human race is.
I have it in me so much nearer home
To scare myself with my own desert places.

(Robert Frost)