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- Autorius: Robert Louis Stevenson
- Leidėjas: Serenity Publishers, LLC
- Metai: 2010
- Puslapiai: 172
- ISBN-10: 1604508418
- ISBN-13: 9781604508413
- Formatas: 15.6 x 23.4 x 0.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
The Merry Men and Other Tales and Fables (el. knyga) (skaityta knyga) | knygos.lt
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It was a beautiful morning in the late July when I set forth on foot for the last time for Aros. A boat had put me ashore the night before at Grisapol; I had such breakfast as the little inn afforded, and, leaving all my baggage till I had an occasion to come round for it by sea, struck right across the promontory with a cheerful heart.*****I was far from being a native of these parts, springing, as I did, from an unmixed lowland stock. But an uncle of mine, Gordon Darnaway, after a poor, rough youth, and some years at sea, had married a young wife in the islands; Mary Maclean she was called, the last of her family; and when she died in giving birth to a daughter, Aros, the sea-girt farm, had remained in his possession. It brought him in nothing but the means of life, as I was well aware; but he was a man whom ill-fortune had pursued; he feared, cumbered as he was with the young child, to make a fresh adventure upon life; and remained in Aros, biting his nails at destiny. Years passed over his head in that isolation, and brought neither help nor contentment. -excerpt from "The Merry Men and other Tales and Fables"
- Autorius: Robert Louis Stevenson
- Leidėjas: Serenity Publishers, LLC
- Metai: 2010
- Puslapiai: 172
- ISBN-10: 1604508418
- ISBN-13: 9781604508413
- Formatas: 15.6 x 23.4 x 0.9 cm, minkšti viršeliai
- Kalba: Anglų
It was a beautiful morning in the late July when I set forth on foot for the last time for Aros. A boat had put me ashore the night before at Grisapol; I had such breakfast as the little inn afforded, and, leaving all my baggage till I had an occasion to come round for it by sea, struck right across the promontory with a cheerful heart.*****I was far from being a native of these parts, springing, as I did, from an unmixed lowland stock. But an uncle of mine, Gordon Darnaway, after a poor, rough youth, and some years at sea, had married a young wife in the islands; Mary Maclean she was called, the last of her family; and when she died in giving birth to a daughter, Aros, the sea-girt farm, had remained in his possession. It brought him in nothing but the means of life, as I was well aware; but he was a man whom ill-fortune had pursued; he feared, cumbered as he was with the young child, to make a fresh adventure upon life; and remained in Aros, biting his nails at destiny. Years passed over his head in that isolation, and brought neither help nor contentment. -excerpt from "The Merry Men and other Tales and Fables"
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