"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."

Perdo i colpi

Nelle ultime due settimane ho infilato tre errori e una disattenzione. E probabilmente anche questo dato si rivelerà errato. Dite che sto invecchiando?

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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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3 Comments
  • wiwipedia77
    Posted at 22:49h, 17 August Reply

    no, sei solo un essere  umano :)

  • Quadrilatero
    Posted at 12:47h, 19 August Reply

    Io do la colpa all'estate. :)

  • Shelidon
    Posted at 18:58h, 20 August Reply

    Apprezzo l'incoraggiamento di entrambi, anche se si vede che Quadrilatero, nel rinunciare a considerarmi umana, mi conosce da più tempo.

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