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В 2 минуты запихнули попаболь конана у костра, секунд 40 на рубилово с боромиром в конце серии... Да они путан больше показывали... и человека паука, который метко вычислил отравителя хз по какому принципу. Я не прошу чтобы половина серии была отведена рубилову - нет, просто уже сейчас есть подозрение, что в каждой серии будет над движухой - будет преобладать заунывная, хоть и важна абра-балтабра. Как-то так. Да блин уже 5 серий назад стало понятно кто и что в этом сериале... p.s. заметьте, что в первой серии было больше экшена, показывали быт какой-то, ещё какие-то социальные моменты, а сейчас боромир тупо появляется в кадре по сугубо сюжетным линиям. Хоп 1 минуту боромир сидит за столом. Хоть он говорит ещё 2 минуты с каким-то нпц, хоп опять боромир говорит... и так со всеми. Скоро будут просто одни говорящие головы показывать и это будет ок? :) Серия же хорошо начиналась - некий сиятельный дон разделывает тушу оленя при этом разговаривает с одним из героев. Это очень атмосферно и хорошо... но не говорящая голова боромира на весь экран. |
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“It has been close on half a year since Benjen left us, my lord,” Ser Jaremy went on. “The forest is vast. The wildlings might have fallen on him anywhere. I’d wager these two were the last survivors of his party, on their way back to us . . . but the enemy caught them before they could reach the safety of the Wall. The corpses are still fresh, these men cannot have been dead more than a day . . . .”
“No,” Samwell Tarly squeaked. Jon was startled. Sam’s nervous, high-pitched voice was the last he would have expected to hear. The fat boy was frightened of the officers, and Ser Jaremy was not known for his patience. “I did not ask for your views, boy,” Rykker said coldly. “Let him speak, ser,” Jon blurted. Mormont’s eyes flicked from Sam to Jon and back again. “If the lad has something to say, I’ll hear him out. Come closer, boy. We can’t see you behind those horses.” Sam edged past Jon and the garrons, sweating profusely. “My lord, it . . . it can’t be a day or . . . look . . . the blood . . . ” “Yes?” Mormont growled impatiently. “Blood, what of it?” “He soils his smallclothes at the sight of it,” Chett shouted out, and the rangers laughed. Sam mopped at the sweat on his brow. “You . . . you can see where Ghost . . . Jon’s direwolf . . . you can see where he tore off that man’s hand, and yet . . . the stump hasn’t bled, look . . . ” He waved a hand. “My father . . . L-lord Randyll, he, he made me watch him dress animals sometimes, when . . . after . . . ” Sam shook his head from side to side, his chins quivering. Now that he had looked at the bodies, he could not seem to look away. “A fresh kill . . . the blood would still flow, my lords. Later . . . later it would be clotted, like a . . . a jelly, thick and . . . and . . . ” He looked as though he was going to be sick. “This man . . . look at the wrist, it’s all . . . crusty . . . dry . . . like . . . ” Jon saw at once what Sam meant. He could see the torn veins in the dead man’s wrist, iron worms in the pale flesh. His blood was a black dust. Yet Jaremy Rykker was unconvinced. “If they’d been dead much longer than a day, they’d be ripe by now, boy. They don’t even smell.” Dywen, the gnarled old forester who liked to boast that he could smell snow coming on, sidled closer to the corpses and took a whiff. “Well, they’re no pansy flowers, but . . . m’lord has the truth of it. There’s no corpse stink.” “They . . . they aren’t rotting.” Sam pointed, his fat finger shaking only a little. “Look, there’s . . . there’s no maggots or . . . or . . . worms or anything . . . they’ve been lying here in the woods, but they . . . they haven’t been chewed or eaten by animals . . . only Ghost . . . otherwise they’re . . . they’re . . . ” “Untouched,” Jon said softly. “And Ghost is different. The dogs and the horses won’t go near them.” The rangers exchanged glances; they could see it was true, every man of them. Mormont frowned, glancing from the corpses to the dogs. “Chett, bring the hounds closer.” Chett tried, cursing, yanking on the leashes, giving one animal a lick of his boot. Most of the dogs just whimpered and planted their feet. He tried dragging one. The bitch resisted, growling and squirming as if to escape her collar. Finally she lunged at him. Chett dropped the leash and stumbled backward. The dog leapt over him and bounded off into the trees. “This . . . this is all wrong,” Sam Tarly said earnestly. “The blood . . . there’s bloodstains on their clothes, and . . . and their flesh, dry and hard, but . . . there’s none on the ground, or . . . anywhere. With those . . . those . . . those . . . ” Sam made himself swallow, took a deep breath. “With those wounds . . . terrible wounds . . . there should be blood all over. Shouldn’t there?” Dywen sucked at his wooden teeth. “Might be they didn’t die here. Might be someone brought ’em and left ’em for us. A warning, as like.” The old forester peered down suspiciously. “And might be I’m a fool, but I don’t know that Othor never had no blue eyes afore.” Ser Jaremy looked startled. “Neither did Flowers,” he blurted, turning to stare at the dead man. A silence fell over the wood. For a moment all they heard was Sam’s heavy breathing and the wet sound of Dywen sucking on his teeth. Jon squatted beside Ghost. “Burn them,” someone whispered. One of the rangers; Jon could not have said who. “Yes, burn them,” a second voice urged. The Old Bear gave a stubborn shake of his head. “Not yet. I want Maester Aemon to have a look at them. We’ll bring them back to the Wall.” Должно было быть вот так: Призрак оторвал ему руку, а крови нет, если бы трупы были свежими, была бы кровь - а еще они не пахнут. А еще в них никто не поселился, и даже собаки боятся подходить. А еще у них голубые глаза (кстати, в фильме они не были голубыми вроде, до определенного момента).
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 Добавлено через 3 минуты Арья, FIRST BLOOD!!!
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