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Nov. 11th, 2005 12:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
proxodimecСказка со счастливым концом - нонсенс. История может закончиться только смертью героев. В противном случае мы наблюдаем лишь завершение поворота сюжета, семантического рукава; история продолжается, принимая новые, обычно менее привлекательные, формы.
"...But to say they lived happily forever after would be a definite exaggeration. Once they had dried, smoked, salted, pickled and preserved in every other known way the slain dragon's meat and sold its hide they came back to live their ordinary life. They never told anyone what happened to the beast's hoard; most likely it was stolen by someone less warriorsome, but way more agile and sneaky. Or maybe, the treasurer had expropriated it on pretext that it was found on king's lands; whatever it was, they didn't grow rich.
Their warm relationship, lacking now that important link - mutual goal - started to dwindle. 7 years later he was bored with
her, she nearly hated him. By that time they had "produced 2 units of offspring" - those were the words he used, as if jokingly, to describe the fact. Their marital game was obviously proving itself a failure and would soon come to a divorce - or, considering her temper, homicide. Unfortunately or fortunately, he perished of pneumonia. His corpse was burnt with just the necessary minimum of ceremony, very quietly. She had no intention of dying on the same day with him or joining him on the funeral pyre, and actually managed to survive for another four years, though an obscene disease she had caught from one of her numerous lovers made her look somewhat unsavory. Her funeral, unlike his, was an event to behold. Quite a few drunken speeches were said, but not a single guest paid any effort to remember: those two were the only humans ever to butcher a dragon with no magic or mechanical devices, using only short pieces of sharpened steel."
"...But to say they lived happily forever after would be a definite exaggeration. Once they had dried, smoked, salted, pickled and preserved in every other known way the slain dragon's meat and sold its hide they came back to live their ordinary life. They never told anyone what happened to the beast's hoard; most likely it was stolen by someone less warriorsome, but way more agile and sneaky. Or maybe, the treasurer had expropriated it on pretext that it was found on king's lands; whatever it was, they didn't grow rich.
Their warm relationship, lacking now that important link - mutual goal - started to dwindle. 7 years later he was bored with
her, she nearly hated him. By that time they had "produced 2 units of offspring" - those were the words he used, as if jokingly, to describe the fact. Their marital game was obviously proving itself a failure and would soon come to a divorce - or, considering her temper, homicide. Unfortunately or fortunately, he perished of pneumonia. His corpse was burnt with just the necessary minimum of ceremony, very quietly. She had no intention of dying on the same day with him or joining him on the funeral pyre, and actually managed to survive for another four years, though an obscene disease she had caught from one of her numerous lovers made her look somewhat unsavory. Her funeral, unlike his, was an event to behold. Quite a few drunken speeches were said, but not a single guest paid any effort to remember: those two were the only humans ever to butcher a dragon with no magic or mechanical devices, using only short pieces of sharpened steel."
