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Souls might also travel those paths? That her father and Etienne and Madame Manec and the German boy named Werner Pfennig might harry the sky in flocks, like egrets, like terns, like starlings? That g...
Chicken eggs sell for two million reichsmarks apiece, and rheumatic fever stalks Children’s House like a wolf. There is no butter or meat. Fruit is a memory.
Several do math on their fingers. Then they raise their hands as one. Can we see it? No. Not even open the first door? No. Have you seen it? I have not. So how do you know it’s really there? You have...
Wondrously futile to build splendid buildings, to make music, to sing songs, to print huge books full of colorful birds in the face of the seismic, engulfing indifference of the world—what pretensions...
Диамантът, напомня си ключарят, е само къс въглерод, престоял цяла вечност под огромното налягане в недрата на Земята и е изхвърлен на повърхността през някой коминот лава. Някой го изравя, друг го шл...
So really, children, mathematically, all the light is invisible
Choice.
Crowning the ramparts, drawing an uneven star shape around the entire model. She finds the opening atop the walls where four ceremonial cannons point to
Лишь кусок каменной кладки отделяет Мари-Лору от края Бретани, самого дальнего подоконника Франции.
Fashion spears,
There is the humility of being a father to someone so powerful, as if he were only a narrow conduit for another, greater thing. That’s how it feels right now, he thinks, kneeling beside her, rinsing h...
They clomp together through the narrow streets, Marie-Laure’s hand on the back of Madame’s apron, following the odors of her stews and cakes; in such moments Madame seems like a great moving wall of r...
They go down the ladder and clamber out through the wardrobe. No soldiers wait in the hall with guns drawn. Nothing seems different at all. A line comes back to Marie-Laure from Jules Verne: Science,...
Time-It's a glowing puddle in your hands; you should spend all your energy protecting it. Fighting for it. Working so hard not to spill one single drop
To enter a world of shadows is to leave this world for another.
Todo dia, ela tira um tempo para se perder nos reinos da memória...
Werner Pfennig grows up three hundred miles northeast of Paris in a place called Zollverein: a four-thousand-acre coalmining complex outside Essen, Germany. It’s steel country, anthracite country, a p...
Only regret that I have but one life to lose for my country.
Werner can feel the fever flickering inside him, a stove with
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