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Название книги: Agincourt
Автор(ы): Bernard Cornwell
Жанр: Исторические приключения
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Agincourt-150459.html
Agincourtis for my granddaughter,Esme Cornwell,with love.
Agincourt is one of the most instantly and vividly visualized of all epic passages in English history…. It is a victory of the weak over the strong, of the common soldier over the mounted knight, of resolution over bombast…. It is also a story of slaughter-yard behaviour and of outright atrocity.Sir John Keegan, The Face of Battle…there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcasses; and there is none end of their corpses: they stumble upon their corpses.Nahum 3.3
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On a winter’s day in 1413, just before Christmas, Nicholas Hook decided to commit murder.It was a cold day. There had been a hard frost overnight and the midday sun had failed to melt the white from the grass. There was no wind so the whole world was pale, frozen and still when Hook saw Tom Perrill in the sunken lane that led from the high woods to the mill pastures.Nick Hook, nineteen years old, moved like a ghost. He was a forester and even on a day when the sli
Название книги: Agincourt
Автор(ы): Bernard Cornwell
Жанр: Исторические приключения
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Agincourt-150459.html
Agincourtis for my granddaughter,Esme Cornwell,with love.
Agincourt is one of the most instantly and vividly visualized of all epic passages in English history…. It is a victory of the weak over the strong, of the common soldier over the mounted knight, of resolution over bombast…. It is also a story of slaughter-yard behaviour and of outright atrocity.Sir John Keegan, The Face of Battle…there is a multitude of slain, and a great number of carcasses; and there is none end of their corpses: they stumble upon their corpses.Nahum 3.3
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Prologue
On a winter’s day in 1413, just before Christmas, Nicholas Hook decided to commit murder.It was a cold day. There had been a hard frost overnight and the midday sun had failed to melt the white from the grass. There was no wind so the whole world was pale, frozen and still when Hook saw Tom Perrill in the sunken lane that led from the high woods to the mill pastures.Nick Hook, nineteen years old, moved like a ghost. He was a forester and even on a day when the sli
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