анализ диктемы
In the morning he came definitely awake. Then his brain flamed with the horror of thirstiness. The sun was on his face, the dew was steaming from his wet clothes. Like one possessed, he got up. There, straight in front of him, blue and cool and tender, the mountains ranged through the pale edge of the morning sky. He wanted them – he wanted them alone – he wanted to leave himself and be identified with them. They didn't move, they were still and soft, with white gentle markings of snow. He stood still, mad with suffering, his hands crisping and clusping. Then he was twisting in a paroxysm on the grass. (D.H. Lawrence)
In the morning he came definitely awake. Then his brain flamed with the horror of thirstiness. The sun was on his face, the dew was steaming from his wet clothes. Like one possessed, he got up. There, straight in front of him, blue and cool and tender, the mountains ranged through the pale edge of the morning sky. He wanted them – he wanted them alone – he wanted to leave himself and be identified with them. They didn't move, they were still and soft, with white gentle markings of snow. He stood still, mad with suffering, his hands crisping and clusping. Then he was twisting in a paroxysm on the grass. (D.H. Lawrence)
