"All this he saw, for one moment breathless and intense, vivid on the morning sky; and still, as he looked, he lived; and still, as he lived, he wondered."

Buona fine delle feste

…e da domani, nuovo lavoro, fine del corso di studi, inizio della ricerca della casa.


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Spooktober 29 – The Black Monk (4)

Chapter 7 One long winter night Kovrin was lying in bed, reading a French novel. Poor Tanya, who had headaches in the evenings from living in town, to which she was not accustomed, had been asleep a long while, and, from time to time, articulated

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Hey, teacher, leave the bumblebee alone

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Spooktober 28 – The Black Monk (3)

Chapter 5 Glad that he had been so successful in the part of peacemaker, Kovrin went into the park. Sitting on a garden seat, thinking, he heard the rattle of a carriage and a feminine laugh — visitors were arriving. When the shades of evening

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5 Comments
  • impbianco
    Posted at 11:49h, 06 January Reply

    Shelidon se mai rimani senza casa…un letto da me c’è sempre… :P

    X-Bye

  • impbianco
    Posted at 11:49h, 06 January Reply

    Dimenticavo…in bocca al lupo (mannaro) per tutto! :D

    X-Bye

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 11:56h, 06 January Reply

    già, vacanze finite, da domani si torna ai lavori (forzati?)… :-(

    in bocca al lupo a te per tutto.

  • Damiani
    Posted at 21:49h, 09 January Reply

    Shelidon in bocca al lupo per tutto!

    Siamo fieri di te!

    in bocca al lupo per la ricerca della casa e ricordati di tenerci aggiornati!

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 21:08h, 22 January Reply

    Grazie per il sostegno *smack!*

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