Knygos.lt nariams
Knygos.lt nariams
- Išsiųsime per 12–18 d.d.
/images/books/10493745/9781499218916.jpg)
- Autorius: Edith Wharton
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2014
- Puslapiai: 94
- ISBN-10: 1499218915
- ISBN-13: 9781499218916
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
The Hermit and the Wild Woman, and Other Stories (el. knyga) (skaityta knyga) | knygos.lt
Atsiliepimai
Aprašymas
THE Hermit lived in a cave in the hollow of a hill. Below him was a glen, with a stream in a coppice of oaks and alders, and on the farther side of the valley, half a day's journey distant, another hill, steep and bristling, which raised aloft a little walled town with Ghibelline swallow-tails notched against the sky. When the Hermit was a lad, and lived in the town, the crenellations of the walls had been square-topped, and a Guelf lord had flown his standard from the keep. Then one day a steel-coloured line of men-at-arms rode across the valley, wound up the hill and battered in the gates. Stones and Greek fire rained from the ramparts, shields clashed in the streets, blade sprang at blade in passages and stairways, pikes and lances dripped above huddled flesh, and all the still familiar place was a stew of dying bodies. The boy fled from it in horror. He had seen his father go forth and not come back, his mother drop dead from an arquebuse shot as she leaned from the platform of the tower, his little sister fall with a slit throat across the altar steps of the chapel-and he ran, ran for his life, through the slippery streets, over warm twitching bodies, between legs of soldiers carousing, out of the gates, past burning farmsteads, trampled wheat-fields, orchards stripped and broken, till the still woods received him and he fell face down on the unmutilated earth.
- Autorius: Edith Wharton
- Leidėjas: CreateSpace Independent Publishing Platform
- Metai: 2014
- Puslapiai: 94
- ISBN-10: 1499218915
- ISBN-13: 9781499218916
- Formatas: 15.2 x 22.9 x 0.5 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
THE Hermit lived in a cave in the hollow of a hill. Below him was a glen, with a stream in a coppice of oaks and alders, and on the farther side of the valley, half a day's journey distant, another hill, steep and bristling, which raised aloft a little walled town with Ghibelline swallow-tails notched against the sky. When the Hermit was a lad, and lived in the town, the crenellations of the walls had been square-topped, and a Guelf lord had flown his standard from the keep. Then one day a steel-coloured line of men-at-arms rode across the valley, wound up the hill and battered in the gates. Stones and Greek fire rained from the ramparts, shields clashed in the streets, blade sprang at blade in passages and stairways, pikes and lances dripped above huddled flesh, and all the still familiar place was a stew of dying bodies. The boy fled from it in horror. He had seen his father go forth and not come back, his mother drop dead from an arquebuse shot as she leaned from the platform of the tower, his little sister fall with a slit throat across the altar steps of the chapel-and he ran, ran for his life, through the slippery streets, over warm twitching bodies, between legs of soldiers carousing, out of the gates, past burning farmsteads, trampled wheat-fields, orchards stripped and broken, till the still woods received him and he fell face down on the unmutilated earth.
Atsiliepimai