Книга Маккейба и Шонфельда "Сердцевина яблока" есть у кого,напишите плиз!

Ну, что ж, получай пролог. Действительно, набирал не так уж и долго.
Prologue

Once upon a time in a faraway land, there lived an ordinary goose who was very unhappy. Nobody loved it and it did want very much to be loved. One day a kindly farmer passing by espied the animal. He thought: ‘What a fine-looking goose that is! I should like to have it.’ The goose, delighted with the farmer’s affections, ran happily toward him.
The farmer fed the goose his best grain every day. Before long it grew into a very beautiful bird, which, the kindly farmer discovered, had magical powers. It began to lay many golden eggs, so many that the farmer had to build a bigger coop to hold them all. Villagers came from miles around to view the magnificent goose. The kindly farmer tolf them that the goose laid golden eggs because its happiness was perfect and love was its most important food. The villagers accepted the word of the wise farmer and gave the goose all their love.
But soon the farmer was tired. He had no more love left to give the goose and he needed to rest. One night after his chores, he lay down on his bunk to sleep, never to awaken.
The goose continued to lay the golden eggs, unaware that its friend and keeper was gone. The eggs piled up in the coop and some of the farmhands began taking them for themselves. The goose took little notice; it just laid more and more eggs, the only thing it had learned to do. The piles of eggs diminished more quickly, until eventually there were hardly any left.
Just as the goose was thinking ‘Whatever shall I do?’ there came along several men. Amongst them was a stocky, plump character in peasant garb and a tall, distinguished gentleman in a long, smart coat. Each man told the goose it must protect its eggs, especially from the other man. ‘Oh dear, oh dear,’ it thought, ‘this is a nasty situation.’ One part wanted to trust the humble-seeming little man, another part aspired to the finery of the tall man, still a third part was most concerned about the safety of the remaining eggs and a fourth part didn’t care very much what happened. The villagers kept their distance, but watched with interest what took place on the farm.
One dark night before the goose had decided what to do, a group of men snuck up behind the coop. They slit the goose belly quick as a flash and extended their hands to catch the pile of eggs which they expected to fall from the goose. Instead, there spewed forth a tangle of bloody insides which stained their hands.
The small, plump man had wanted to sell the eggs and use the profits to make his own farm bigger. He tried to sew the goose up[, but was only partly successful. The eggs were never quite the same. They came out streaked with tin and so they always will.
(Peter McCabe & Robert D. Schonfeld. Apple to the core. The unmaking of the Beatles.
© Peter McCabe and Robert D. Shonfeld, 1972