Дую теплом себе в ладони, чтобы разогреть их.Но трудно согреть руки, если души еще дрожат.
Él era el chalado que se había pintado de negro y había desafiado al mundo. Ella la ladrona de libros, sin palabras.
«¿Por qué no puede oírloel resto del mundo? —me pregunto. En pocos segundos me lo pregunto muchas veces—. Porque no le importa —me respondo al fin, y sé queestoy en lo cierto. Tengo la sensación de ha...
You need life in your life.
The moon was sewn into the sky that night. Clouds were stitched around it.
The dark, the light. What's the difference
She owned fourteen books, but she saw her story as being made up predominantly of ten of them. Of those ten, six were stolen, one showed up at the kitchen table, two were made for her by a hidden Jew,...
Saumensching:
Innocent Tommy Müller. He still cowered slightly whenever he saw her. How could I know you were
For some reason, dying men always ask the question they know the answer to. perhaps it's so they can die being right.
Fact, you could say that Rosa Hubermann had a face decorated with constant fury. That was how the creases were made in the cardboard texture of her complexion.
You’re a human, you should understand self-obsession.
You're far from this. This story is just another few hundred pages of your mind.
You see, to me, for just a moment, despite all of the colors that touch and grapple with what I see in this world, I will often catch an eclipse when a human dies.I've seen millions of them.I've seen...
You can do all manner of underhanded nice things when you have a caustic reputation.
You are the epitome of normal.
Yes, the sky was now a devastating, home-cooked red. The small German town had been flung apart one more time. Snowflakes of ash fell so lovelily you were tempted to stretch out your tongue to catch t...
Words are so heavy, she thought, but as the night wore on, she was able to complete eleven pages
Why me? I ask God. God says nothing. I laugh and the stars watch. It’s good to be alive.
Who was there to soothe him as life’s rug was snatched from under his sleeping feet?