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One by one, my days flowed, shrouded in the secrets of a foreign country, renewed and revived by heavenly clarity of the sun, carried away by a young and insatiable thirst for life. My last books became the food of insects, my thoughts - the prey of dreams, and even my hopes for the future became a victim of a delicate hop of transient, but powerful pleasure. I woke up from the brilliance of the solar arrows, falling into my room through a pattern of flowers and palm branches, from the aroma of tea, which Pania brought me to bed, and my first lusts belonged to a greenish damp cigar, local product, thick and long as a greenhouse asparagus. , and cherished from the best leaves. A golden day shone over us, and we hunted butterflies, rode in a boat, spent a clock in the fresh sea air or in a deep shadow of palm grove, among wise or naive people, then riding, then on foot, but always in a special raised mood, which is invariably. It arises when we realize that we are respected and afraid, or, in any case, look at us as unusual creatures
Author:
Author:Bonzels Valdemar
Cover:
Cover:Soft
Category:
- Category:Fiction
- Category:Modern Literature
- Category:Poetry & Literature
Publication language:
Publication Language:Russian
ISBN:
ISBN:978-5-6046411-4-9
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