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Название книги: My Name is Red
Автор(ы): Orhan Pamuk
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/My-Name-is-Red-147796.html
You slew a man and then fell out with one another concerning him.– KORAN, “THE COW.”The blind and the seeing are not equal.– KORAN, “THE CREATOR.”To God belongs the East and the West.
I AM A CORPSE
I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. Though I drew my last breath long ago and my heart has stopped beating, no one, apart from that vile murderer, knows what’s happened to me. As for that wretch, he felt for my pulse and listened for my breath to be sure I was dead, then kicked me in the midriff, carried me to the edge of the well, raised me up and dropped me below. As I fell, my head, which he’d smashed with a stone, broke apart; my face, my forehead and cheeks, were crushed; my bones shattered, and my mouth filled with blood.For nearly four days I have been missing: My wife and children must be searching for me; my daughter, spent from crying, must be staring fretfully at the courtyard gate. Yes, I know they’re all at the window, hoping for my return.But, are they truly waiting? I c
Название книги: My Name is Red
Автор(ы): Orhan Pamuk
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/My-Name-is-Red-147796.html
You slew a man and then fell out with one another concerning him.– KORAN, “THE COW.”The blind and the seeing are not equal.– KORAN, “THE CREATOR.”To God belongs the East and the West.
I AM A CORPSE
I am nothing but a corpse now, a body at the bottom of a well. Though I drew my last breath long ago and my heart has stopped beating, no one, apart from that vile murderer, knows what’s happened to me. As for that wretch, he felt for my pulse and listened for my breath to be sure I was dead, then kicked me in the midriff, carried me to the edge of the well, raised me up and dropped me below. As I fell, my head, which he’d smashed with a stone, broke apart; my face, my forehead and cheeks, were crushed; my bones shattered, and my mouth filled with blood.For nearly four days I have been missing: My wife and children must be searching for me; my daughter, spent from crying, must be staring fretfully at the courtyard gate. Yes, I know they’re all at the window, hoping for my return.But, are they truly waiting? I c
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