"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."

E’ ora di tornare a scrivere

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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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6 Comments
  • brianzolitudine
    Posted at 20:50h, 24 September Reply

    Ciao Shel! Stammi buona sulla cuccia! ;)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 20:52h, 24 September Reply

    Tenterò di non cadere! :-p

  • Damiani
    Posted at 21:19h, 24 September Reply

    bentornata!!

    mi ricorda tanto calvino questa striscia!

  • citoplasma
    Posted at 05:42h, 25 September Reply

    Troppo simpatico lo Snoopy scrittore! E’ il mio preferito!

  • heraclitus
    Posted at 09:07h, 25 September Reply

    ottima ripresa. ;-)

  • contenebbia
    Posted at 18:58h, 25 September Reply

    mi raccomando, shelidon. sei indispensabile a splinderopoli.un abbraccio

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