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"Про все це нам розповідає Марина Немцева, лікарка ветеринарної медицини з-понад двадцятирічним стажем. Саме Марина лікувала собак, врятованих із притулку в Бородянці. — Я ніколи раніше не бачила тварин у такому стані, — розповідає вона. — Як ми все це витримуємо? Витримуємо, бо маємо тут також багато добрих історій. Але нам нелегко. Нас рятує робота. Постійна робота. А ввечері, коли роботи немає, ми п'ємо вино. Не для того, щоб напитись — адже наступного дня знову доводиться оперувати. Від ранку до вечора. Але вино — щодня. І щодня ми приймаємо таблетки від депресії. А оскільки боїмося ночі — ще й таблетки від тривоги."

Войцех Тохман "Дельфіни і Вельзевул"

"Знати ціну крупинки золота і зневажати її — суперечлива штука. Голі індіанці в річках, чиї річища запліталися у водяне павутиння, капілярні коси рідких систем, були сліпою силою, яка підкидає в багаття інтересів світу тисячі палаючих жарин, справжня цінність яких — повний занепад людини. Ті індіанці мстилися своїм катам, вкладаючи їм у руки метал погибелі. 3олото, ще більше золота на створення безглуздих речей, фабрик зловонних рабів у містах, мук, турбот, насилля, коли навіть не встигаєш згадати, що живеш."

Міґель Анхель Астуріас "Маїсові діти"

“We hold the Wall. The Wall protects the realm … and you now. You know the foe we face. You know what’s coming down on us. Some of you have faced them before. Wights and white walkers, dead things with blue eyes and black hands. I’ve seen them too, fought them, sent one to hell. They kill, then they send your dead against you. The giants were not able to stand against them, nor you Thenns, the ice-river clans, the Hornfoots, the free folk … and as the days grow shorter and the nights colder, they are growing stronger. You left your homes and came south in your hundreds and your thousands … why, but to escape them? To be safe. Well, it’s the Wall that keeps you safe. It’s us that keeps you safe, the black crows you despise.”

“You have to pick,” Jon Snow repeated. “All of you. No one is asking you to take our vows, and I do not care what gods you worship. My own gods are the old gods, the gods of the North, but you can keep the red god, or the Seven, or any other god who hears your prayers. It’s spears we need. Bows. Eyes along the Wall.

“I will take any boy above the age of twelve who knows how to hold a spear or string a bow. I will take your old men, your wounded, and your cripples, even those who can no longer fight. There are other tasks they may be able to perform. Fletching arrows, milking goats, gathering firewood, mucking out our stables … the work is endless. And yes, I will take your women too. I have no need of blushing maidens looking to be protected, but I will take as many spearwives as will come.”

George R.R. Martin "A Dance with Dragons"

“I never saw Joffrey’s corpse, nor Robert’s,” growled the Eel’s proprietor. “Maybe they’re all alive as well. Maybe Baelor the Blessed’s just been having him a little nap all these years.”

The old fellow made a face.

“Prince Viserys weren’t the only dragon, were he? Are we sure they killed Prince Rhaegar’s son? A babe, he was.”

“Wasn’t there some princess too?” asked a whore. She was the same one who’d said the meat was grey.

“Two,” said the old fellow. “One was Rhaegar’s daughter, t’other was his sister.”

“Daena,” said the riverman. “That was the sister. Daena of Dragonstone. Or was it Daera?”

“Daena was old King Baelor’s wife,” said the oarsman. “I rowed on a ship named for her once. The Princess Daena.”

“If she was a king’s wife, she’d be a queen.”

“Baelor never had a queen. He was holy.”

“Don’t mean he never wed his sister,” said the whore. “He just never bedded her, is all. When they made him king, he locked her up in a tower. His other sisters too. There was three.”

“Daenela,” the proprietor said loudly. “That was her name. The Mad King’s daughter, I mean, not Baelor’s bloody wife.”

“Daenerys,” Davos said. “She was named for the Daenerys who wed the Prince of Dorne during the reign of Daeron the Second. I don’t know what became of her.”

George R.R. Martin "A Dance with Dragons"