Музыкальная пауза. Музыку я слушаю редко, но сегодня такой день. Нашел интересное исполнение "Alison Gross", старинной шотландской песни (текст записан в 1792-1794 гг.). Песня про абьюз и токсичные отношения со счастливым концом. (В скобках замечу, что в английских, ирландских и шотландских старинных песнях содержится богатейший фрейдистский материал, который ждет своих ценителей и бесстрашных исследователей) Наиболее близкая к исполнению версия текста: Alison Gross Alison Gross lives in yon tower, The ugliest witch in the North countrie. She’s trysted me ae day til her bower And mony’s the braw speech she made tae me. She showed me a mantle o reid scarlet Weel wrocht wi gowd and fringes fine, Says, “Gin ye’ll be my leman sae true This gudely gift it shall be thine.” Chorus (after every other verse): Awa, awa ye ugly witch, Haud far awa and let me be. Afore I’ll kiss yer ugly mou I’d raither toddle aroond the tree. She showed me a sark o the saftest silk Weel wrocht wi pearls abune the band, Says, “Gin ye’ll be my leman sae true This gudely gift’s at your command.” She showed me a cup o the gude reid gowd Weel wrocht wi jewels sae fair and fine, Says, “Gin ye’ll be my leman sae true This gudely gift it shall be thine.” And she’s ta’en oot her grass green horn, She blew it three times loud and shrill. She swore by the moon and the stars abune She’d gar me rue the day I ever was born. And she’s ta’en oot her silvery wand, She straiked it three times o’er her knee, She’s muttered sic words as my senses failed I feel doon senseless tae the ground. It fell upon last Halloween When the seely coort came riding by, The Queen’s lichit doon on a gowany bank Nae far fae the tree whaur I did lie. And she’s ta’en oot her silvery wand, She straked it three times o’er her knee, She’s turned me back tae ma proper shape Nae mare tae toddle around the tree.