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18 лекция<br/>
0:01 Тони Моррисон<br/>
4:12 Джон Гарднер<br/>
11:15 Алан Ислер<br/>
17:56 Джойс Кэрол Оутс<br/>
35:48 Пол Теру<br/>
Сатирическая проза:<br/>
53:05 Амброз Бирс<br/>
1:04:15 Финли Питер Данн<br/>
1:09:40 Генри Льюис Менкен<br/>
1:20:04 Рингголд Уилмер Ларднер<br/>
1:27:52 Синклер Льюис<br/>
1:45:14 Дороти Паркер<br/>
1:50:55 Натаниэл Уэст<br/>
1:57:00 Джон Чивер<br/>
2:05:08 Ирвин Шоу<br/>
2:12:00 Сол Беллоу

не просто капут, а скорый капут<br/>
в конституциях про капуты не пишут, а вот предпосылки капута на лицо, как экономические, так и политические, не говоря уже об общественных<br/>
Жаль мне Америку…<br/>
Давайте споем наш родной гимн<br/>
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O say, can you see, by the dawn’s early light,<br/>
What so proudly we hailed at the twilight’s last gleaming?<br/>
Whose broad stripes and bright stars, through the perilous fight,<br/>
O’er the ramparts we watched, were so gallantly streaming?<br/>
And the rockets’ red glare, the bombs bursting in air,<br/>
Gave proof through the night that our flag was still there.<br/>
O say does that star spangled banner yet wave<br/>
O’er the land of the free, and the home of the brave?<br/>
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On the shore dimly seen through the mists of the deep.<br/>
Where the foe’s haughty host in dread silence reposes,<br/>
What is that which the breeze, o’er the towering steep,<br/>
As it fitfully blows, half conceals, half discloses?<br/>
Now it catches the gleam of the morning’s first beam,<br/>
In full glory reflected now shines in the stream:<br/>
‘Tis the Star-Spangled Banner! O long may it wave<br/>
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.<br/>
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And where is that band who so vauntingly swore<br/>
That the havoc of war and the battle’s confusion<br/>
A home and a country should leave us no more?<br/>
Their blood has washed out their foul footsteps’ pollution.<br/>
No refuge could save the hireling and slave<br/>
From the terror of flight, or the gloom of the grave:<br/>
And the Star-Spangled Banner, in triumph doth wave<br/>
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave.<br/>
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O thus be it ever when freemen shall stand<br/>
Between their loved homes and the war’s desolation!<br/>
Blest with vict’ry and peace, may the Heaven-rescued land<br/>
Praise the Power that hath made and preserved us a nation.<br/>
Then conquer we must when our cause it is just<br/>
And this be our motto: «In God is our Trust.»<br/>
And the Star-Spangled Banner in triumph shall wave<br/>
O’er the land of the free and the home of the brave!