Character: Roger McKenzie

... He was well aware of cases when families reached such a degree of despair that they chose separation and slavery in exchange for a chance to survive. he knew all about the sale of allotments, when poor tenants were forced to leave the land that had belonged to their ancestors for several hundred years, about the dire poverty and hunger that reigned in the cities, about the unbearable life that ordinary Scots dragged out in those years. However, reading in books and seeing with your own eyes are completely different things.

- And your father ...

- Oh yeah! The Scots have a good memory. They don't tend to forgive so easily.

the world. I'm afraid the Duke of Cumberland is still not a very popular figure in these parts.

“I don’t know what you were, buddy,” Roger scolded to the ghostly Scotsman, “but if you got it, you must have been the right guy.

But nowadays, when it is easy to get any education or go on a trip around the world, some families continue to remain faithful to certain occupations.

dinner?

"I think historians should irritate you some," Roger ventured to note. - And all the writers - they made him a hero. I mean, in Northern Scotland, you see images of the crown prince at every turn – whether it's a can of beer or a souvenir mug.
- No, not historians. Not them at all. Their greatest crime is that they allow themselves to express their opinions about events that they know only presumably, having in their hands only what history has deemed necessary to leave us. And only a few of them behind the smokescreen of false facts and papers see what really happened.

- And why is that, pray tell people, as if specially produced toilet paper, more like a foil?
- The hearts of our people as hard as stone, mockingly picked up Roger. - Well, behinds - stainless steel. I think this contributes to the formation of the national character.
In this case, perhaps, the Scots generally devoid of nerve endings, with a laugh added Claire. - People able to ride in kilts, the skin on the back is not inferior in strength to that used to make saddles!

- You say that like not to love whisky is a crime! - brianna protested, smiling at Roger above the Cup.
He raised his eyebrows and severe tone, said:
- But, my dear, here Scotland. And dislike whiskey - surely a crime!
- Oh, that's how! - brianna exclaimed, imitating a Scottish accent. - We can only hope that it does not provide the death penalty!

- We certainly tried to choose other ways. Are you disappointed?
- No. We wanted the stones returned us home, and they did.

She was able to talk about it?
- No, she's still very hurt. I'm not sure she ever will. Maybe she will someday tell dad.
- It is terrible when you are inside these words and speak them to someone else.

Each thread individually thin and fragile. But together they become a solid. And rope can handle it.

- It was mercy? Or that he certainly died?
- ...