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Натали Дормер » Пандора
No one knows what happened.
To Pandora’s box.
My theory is its buried.
Shut with many locks.
Holding in it treasures.
That we cannot explain.
Pandora had the right idea.
To release all that pain.






Алексис Георгулис » Нотос
…the god of the South Wind, one of the four Anemoi. He was the wet, storm-bringing wind of late summer and early autumn. Notos dwelt in Aithiopia, the southernmost realm in the geography of myth.






Шон Бин » Танатос
O Death, whose empire unconfined extends to mortal tribes of every kind. On thee the portion of our time depends, whose absence lengthens life, whose presence ends. Thy sleep perpetual bursts the vivid bolds by which the soul attracting the body holds: common to all, of every sex and age, for nought escapes thy all-destructive rage






Зои Салдана » Ника
Victory…in gold-rich Olympos you stand beside Zeus and judge the outcome of prowess for immortals and mortals.




Сэм Клафлин » Икар
…my arms are incomplete, grasping the empty air. Thanks to stars, incomparable ones, that blaze in the depths of the skies, all my destroyed eyes see, are the memories of suns. I look, in vain, for beginning and end of the heavens’ slow revolve: under an unknown eye of fire, I ascend feeling my wings dissolve. And, scorched by desire for the beautiful, I will not know the bliss, of giving my name to that abyss, that knows my tomb and funeral.






Ева Грин » Медуза
‘Tis the tempestuous loveliness of terror; for from the serpents gleams a brazen glare kindled by that inextricable error, which makes a thrilling vapour of the air become a and ever-shifting mirror of all the beauty and the terror there—a woman’s countenance, with serpent-locks, gazing in death on Heaven from those wet rocks.






Эндрю Ли Поттс » Пан
Through wooded glades he wanders with dancing Nymphai who foot it on some sheer cliff’s edge, calling upon Pan, the shepherd god, long-haired, unkempt. He has every snowy crest and the mountain peaks and rocky crests for his domain; hither and thither he goes through the close thickets, now lured by soft streams, and now he presses on amongst towering crags and climbs up to the highest peak that overlooks the flocks. Often he courses through the glistening high mountains, and often on the shouldering hills he speeds along slaying wild beasts, this keen-eyed god. Only at evening, as he returns from the chase, he sounds his note, playng sweet and low on his pipes of reed: not even she could excel him in melody - that bird who flower-laden spring pouring forth her lament uters honey-voiced song amid the leaves.






Лена Хиди » Деметра
Goddess of seed, of fruits abundant, fair, harvest and threshing are thy constant care. Lovely delightful queen, by all desired, who dwellest in Eleusis’ holy vales retired. Nurse of all mortals, who benignant mind first ploughing oxen to the yoke confined; and gave to men what nature’s wants require, with plenteous means of bliss, which all desire.






Марк Стронг » Гипноз
The shadowy boy of night crosses the dusking land; he sows his poppy-seeds with steady, gentle hand. The shadowy boy of night, young husbandman of dreams, garners his gracious blooms by far and moonlit streams.






Денис Менош » Гефест
Strong, mighty Hephaistos, bearing splendid light, unwearied fire, with flaming torrents bright: strong-handed, deathless, and of art divine, pure element, a portion of the world is thine…






Джейми Александр » Афина
I begin to sing of Pallas Athena, the glorious goddess, bright-eyed, inventive, unbending of heart, pure virgin, saviour of cities, courageous, Tritogeneia. From his awful head wise Zeus himself bare her arrayed in warlike arms of flashing gold, and awe seized all the gods as they gazed. But Athena sprang quickly from the immortal head and stood before Zeus who holds the aegis, shaking a sharp spear: great Olympos began to reel horribly at the might of the grey-eyed goddess, and earth round about cried fearfully, and the sea was moved and tossed with dark waves, while foam burst forth suddenly…