My name is Dixie
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Wherever the fate of the hero of the novel did not throw! She led him along the jungle and smuggling paths of Guatemala, along the Canadian taiga, in the Middle Eastern desert.
Having left the post -Soviet space, Dixie participated in the showdowns of Mexican bandits, fell in the north of Quebec, worked as a private security guard in Israel. He experienced ups, suffered defeats, sometimes he started all over again, trying to re -arrange his life.
A lot of this is the author - former journalist Guga Lolishvili, experienced himself and described so excitingly and with such a captivating reliability that the book is read in one breath.
Stretching into the chain, we moved along the river. The mouth was rocky, smoothly rounded boulders stuck out of the water. The flow broke about them, danced, foamed, formed whirlpools. Line vegetation reached the very river, but a path laid near the shore, laid by those who, like us, preferred to cross the border without a mark in the passport.
Wet from sweat and water dust, I walked along the trail of smuggles on the Mexican-Gvatemal border lost in the mountain selvaya, obeying some kind of incomprehensible route for me, destined for fate
Having left the post -Soviet space, Dixie participated in the showdowns of Mexican bandits, fell in the north of Quebec, worked as a private security guard in Israel. He experienced ups, suffered defeats, sometimes he started all over again, trying to re -arrange his life.
A lot of this is the author - former journalist Guga Lolishvili, experienced himself and described so excitingly and with such a captivating reliability that the book is read in one breath.
Stretching into the chain, we moved along the river. The mouth was rocky, smoothly rounded boulders stuck out of the water. The flow broke about them, danced, foamed, formed whirlpools. Line vegetation reached the very river, but a path laid near the shore, laid by those who, like us, preferred to cross the border without a mark in the passport.
Wet from sweat and water dust, I walked along the trail of smuggles on the Mexican-Gvatemal border lost in the mountain selvaya, obeying some kind of incomprehensible route for me, destined for fate
Author:
Author:Lolishvili G.
Cover:
Cover:Hard
Category:
- Category:Children's Book
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Modern Literature
- Category:Poetry & Literature
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
Paper:
Paper:offset
Age restrictions:
Age restrictions:16+
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-00098-057-6
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