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Перші рядки випадкової книжки


Якби ж то Джованні мене поцілував.

Та от біда – є безліч причин, через які йому не слід цього робити. Continue reading “Перші рядки випадкової книжки”


First lines of a random book


There was no possibility of taking a walk that day. We had been wandering, indeed, in the leafless shrubbery an hour in the morning; but since dinner (Mrs. Reed, when there was no company, dined early) the cold winter wind had brought with it clouds so sombre, and a rain so penetrating, that further out-door exercise was now out of the question. Continue reading “First lines of a random book”

First lines of a Random Book


“Who is John Galt?”

The light was ebbing, and Eddie Willers could not distinguish the bum’s face. The bum had said it simply, without expression. Continue reading “First lines of a Random Book”

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