«They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aisles
Of forest night had hid eternal things,
They scaled the sky with towers and marble piles
To make a city for their revellings…»
Говард Филлипс Лавкрафт
The Wood
«They cut it down, and where the pitch-black aisles
Of forest night had hid eternal things,
They scaled the sky with towers and marble piles
To make a city for their revellings…»
Говард Филлипс Лавкрафт
The Wood