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Название книги: A Djinni Named Conscience
Автор(ы): Henry Oldie
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Djinni-Named-Conscience-153067.html
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...And I should tell you, my son, that when there comes to us the Separator of Meetings and Destroyer of Pleasures – praise Allah the gracious and the merciful if this guest comes in due time and its name is but Death. For different people wander beneath the humped sky, invited and uninvited, seeking for a suitable house to come in for a minute and stay forever, bringing the host surprise in the best case...From the instructions of Ahmad Jammal to his son
It’s useless to blameMisfortune or fate,Or the one who is on the left shoulder.Nery Bobovay
“Sit down!”Peter Sliadek obediently sat on a stone, pressing the lute to his chest. The instrument resembled that moment a sick child that a negligent father dragged into the cold and slush. The lute was wrapped, over the usual rag, in a piece of stinking oiled leather and also covered with his sheepskin coat. Thanks to the junaks[1] for showing a bit of generousity. Or else it would have dampened and have been destroyed, and where w
Название книги: A Djinni Named Conscience
Автор(ы): Henry Oldie
Жанр: Научная Фантастика
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Djinni-Named-Conscience-153067.html
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...And I should tell you, my son, that when there comes to us the Separator of Meetings and Destroyer of Pleasures – praise Allah the gracious and the merciful if this guest comes in due time and its name is but Death. For different people wander beneath the humped sky, invited and uninvited, seeking for a suitable house to come in for a minute and stay forever, bringing the host surprise in the best case...From the instructions of Ahmad Jammal to his son
It’s useless to blameMisfortune or fate,Or the one who is on the left shoulder.Nery Bobovay
“Sit down!”Peter Sliadek obediently sat on a stone, pressing the lute to his chest. The instrument resembled that moment a sick child that a negligent father dragged into the cold and slush. The lute was wrapped, over the usual rag, in a piece of stinking oiled leather and also covered with his sheepskin coat. Thanks to the junaks[1] for showing a bit of generousity. Or else it would have dampened and have been destroyed, and where w
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