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”
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”