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Журнал «Домашняя лаборатория»

ИСТОРИЯ

Баллада о вересковом мёде

Шотландский вересковый эль

БЕСПОКОЙСТВО

«Блеск и нищета» высшего образования в России

ЧИТАЛЬНЯ

Профессия

ЛИКБЕЗ

Основы биотехнологии

Промышленная биотехнология

Культуры растительных клеток[65]

Культуры животных клеток

Генная инженерия

ЛАБОРАТОРИЯ

Практическая биотехнология[78] для начинающих

ПРАКТИКА

Разведение пивных дрожжей в домашних условиях

Жарим зерно дома

ТЕХНОЛОГИИ

Эли бочкового созревания

Уксус. Что это такое и как его делают

ХИМИЧКА

Опыты в домашней лаборатории

ЭЛЕКТРОНИКА

Автоматическое бесконтактное переключающее устройство[100]

Конденсаторное реле сверхдлительных выдержек времени

Фотоэлектронные устройства (обзор)

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Журнал «Домашняя лаборатория»

2008, № 1

ИСТОРИЯ

Баллада о вересковом мёде

Р. Стивенсон

_{Heather Ale}

_{From the bonny bells of heather}

_{They brewed a drink long-syne,}

_{Was sweeter far than honey,}

_{Was stronger far than wine.}

_{They brewed it and they drank it,}

_{And lay in a blessed swound}

_{For days and days together}

_{In their dwellings underground.}

_{There rose a king in Scotland,}

_{A fell man to his foes,}

_{He smote the Piets in battle,}

_{He hunted them like roes.}

_{Over miles of the red mountain}

_{He hunted as they fled,}

_{And strewed the dwarfish bodies}

_{Of the dying and the dead.}

_{Summer came in the country,}

_{Red was the heather bell;}

_{But the manner of the brewing}

_{Was none alive to tell.}

_{In graves that were like children's}

_{On many a mountain head,}

_{The Brewsters of the Heather}

_{Lay numbered with the dead.}

_{The king in the red moorland}

_{Rode on a summer's day;}

_{And the bees hummed, and the curlews}

_{Cried beside the way.}

_{The king rode, and was angry,}

_{Black was his brow and pale,}

_{To rule in a land of heather}

_{And lack the Heather Ale.}

_{It fortuned that his vassals,}

_{Riding free on the heath,}

_{Came on a stone that was fallen}

_{And vermin hid beneath.}

_{Rudely plucked from their hiding,}

_{Never a word they spoke:}

_{A son and his aged father —}

_{Last of the dwarfish folk.}

_{The king sat high on his charger,}

_{He looked on the little men;}

_{And the dwarfish and swarthy couple}

_{Looked at the king again.}

_{Down by the shore he had them;}

_{And there on the giddy brink —}

_{"I will give you life, ye vermin,}

_{For the secret of the drink."}

_{There stood the son and father}

_{And they looked high and low;}

_{The heather was red around them,}

_{The sea rumbled below.}

_{And up and spoke the father,}

_{Shrill was his voice to hear:}

_{"I have a word in private,}

_{A word for the royal ear.}

_{"Life is dear to the aged,}

_{And honour a little thing;}

_{I would gladly sell the secret,"}

_{Quoth the Piet to the King.}

_{His voice was small as a sparrow's,}

 _{And shrill and wonderful clear:}

_{"I would gladly sell my secret,}