Песня, которую никто не услышит

{"root":{"type":"root","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Перо дрожало в пальцах. Не от вина — от воспоминаний. Бард сидел у окна, наблюдая, как капли дождя ползут по стеклу, словно повторяя чьи-то слёзы.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"— Эта песня не для толпы, — пробормотал он вслух, хотя в комнате, кроме пыли и тени, никого не было.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Он уже давно не сочинял так. Без рифмы ради красоты, без куплетов под аплодисменты.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Эта песня, как письмо без адреса.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Для того, кто ушёл слишком рано.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"— Чёрт бы тебя побрал, — с досадой ворчал мужчина, когда под натиском его руки чернила начали растекаться. Он не хотел этого. Никогда ещё его не охватывали такие сильные эмоции, как сейчас.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Лютик снова перечитал строчку. Он хотел бы сказать это при жизни. Когда тот сидел рядом — хмурый, молчаливый, с кружкой эля в руках.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Но каждый раз что-то останавливало его.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"В этой песне не было героизма. Не было баллад о василисках, любовницах и Плотве.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Только он. И только Геральт.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"И то, что Лютик не сказал вслух.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[],"direction":null,"textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Ты — как лунный свет сквозь рваные шторы,","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Всегда на грани, всегда не со мной.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"А я — твой глупец в шелках и узорах,","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Что прятал правду за шумной строкой.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Я называл тебя другом, скрывал свои страхи.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Смеялся для виду, спасал невпопад.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Ты не расслышал, не видел, не понял —","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Как я разрываюсь... а ты — просто прах.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Ты прогоняешь беду, взмахнувши мечом,","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"А тот, кто берег тебя, — далеко не мечом.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Я словом и песней, как щитом на сраженьях,","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Хранил, чтобы не сглазить мечту твою.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Юлиан не хотел останавливаться в написанном, словно чувствовал, что Геральт стоит позади и читает.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Сзади никого не было.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Теплый воздух в комнате застоялся, будто стал вязким и тяжелым. 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Пальцы его скользили по пергаменту, выводя слова, но текст ложился неровно, будто сопротивлялся.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Я был рядом, когда… ну, ты сам ведь знаешь,","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Когда мир валился — и страх подступал.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Я хотел бы сказать… да что там, не важно,","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Всё равно ты б... наверное... не понял.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":1,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":1},{"type":"paragraph","format":"center","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Строки оборвались, как недосказанный треск, и мужчина вдруг застыл, не решаясь продолжить. И вот на этом стоило бы остановиться.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0},{"type":"paragraph","format":"","indent":0,"version":1,"children":[{"mode":"normal","text":"Адресата нет, значит, и песне не суждено не родиться.","type":"text","style":"","detail":0,"format":0,"version":1}],"direction":"ltr","textStyle":"","textFormat":0}],"direction":"ltr"}}