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Название книги: Fish in a Barrel
Автор(ы): Jonathan Carroll
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Fish-in-a-Barrel-172095.html
KROPIK WAS EATING A liverwurst sandwich when the kid came in. No more than seventeen, the boy had the obnoxious look of some one too smart for his own good. A wiseguy but no wise guy. He marched right through the open door and stopped in the middle of the nondescript office. Two windows, two large filing cabinets, two brown wastebaskets, two dented and scratched green/brown metal desks. On the wall was a photograph of the most recent President of the United States.The boy looked slowly around, as if trying to decide whether or not to buy the place.Kropik dabbed delicately at his small round mouth with a white pa. per napkin and folded it carefully into quarters before dropping it into a wastebasket next to his desk. Plus the kid had red hair. If there was one thing Kropik didn't like, it was red hair."I found you!""You certainly did.""I cannot fucking believe it! This place is a rumor, a myth. But here I am, I'm actually here!"Kropik disliked that kind of language but refrained from protesting. R
Название книги: Fish in a Barrel
Автор(ы): Jonathan Carroll
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Fish-in-a-Barrel-172095.html
KROPIK WAS EATING A liverwurst sandwich when the kid came in. No more than seventeen, the boy had the obnoxious look of some one too smart for his own good. A wiseguy but no wise guy. He marched right through the open door and stopped in the middle of the nondescript office. Two windows, two large filing cabinets, two brown wastebaskets, two dented and scratched green/brown metal desks. On the wall was a photograph of the most recent President of the United States.The boy looked slowly around, as if trying to decide whether or not to buy the place.Kropik dabbed delicately at his small round mouth with a white pa. per napkin and folded it carefully into quarters before dropping it into a wastebasket next to his desk. Plus the kid had red hair. If there was one thing Kropik didn't like, it was red hair."I found you!""You certainly did.""I cannot fucking believe it! This place is a rumor, a myth. But here I am, I'm actually here!"Kropik disliked that kind of language but refrained from protesting. R
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