Jerott, his face frowning with sleeplessness, was looking at Richard, this powerful man with the brilliant grey eyes who had not contemplated bereavement with stoicism but was rebelling, as Sybilla was not rebelling, against what he had found.

It was actually a women&#39;s writing group I belonged to in graduate school that gave me the courage to move from poetry to fiction.

Тя седеше пред мен - изящна амазонка, гола с чаша вино в ръка, предизвикателна, неотстъпваща, хитра и смела - и аз разбрах, че по-рано изобщо не съм я познавал.

Written By Erich Maria Remarque

About us

Featured posts

Featured Topics

Quick Links