“CARELESS” на російській мові

Chapter EightThe party stomped through the wilderness, careless feet disturbing the fallen leaves and twigs on the forest floor, shoulders snapping small branches and knocking leaves from others.

There was no need for Sam to panic, but he couldn’t be careless either.

“Those who possessed them grew careless.

’ Sivan’s voice stayed light and careless.

But he knew this was no time to be careless.

He had been careless last night in hobbling them, and they had gone looking for better pasture.

He probably knew the desert as well as anyone who didn’t actually live there, and the sum of what he knew was that it was mostly made up of great big sand dunes with other bits scattered around like careless sprinkles on a hurriedly decorated cake: flats of gravel and of a milky-white power like crushed glass and a few stretches of hard red clay that the desert men claimed had once been lakes in the long-ago before the half-gods broke the world.

It was scratched, stained and battered by its careless employment as a workbench.

”“Naw; I ain’t afraid of guns—just high, careless niggas with guns.

So it can’t be a death-sword to slay any careless hand.

I love Mogawn, and I adore most of these people, do not think I am careless of them, but I wish to be free.