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Название книги: The Imperfectionists
Автор(ы): Tom Rachman
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Imperfectionists-192258.html
© 2010
For Clare and Jack
"BUSH SLUMPS TO NEW LOW IN POLLS"PARIS CORRESPONDENT-LLOYD BURKO
LLOYD SHOVES OFF THE BEDCOVERS AND HURRIES TO THE FRONT door in white underwear and black socks. He steadies himself on the knob and shuts his eyes. Chill air rushes under the door; he curls his toes. But the hallway is silent. Only high-heeled clicks from the floor above. A shutter squeaking on the other side of the courtyard. His own breath, whistling in his nostrils, whistling out.Faintly, a woman's voice drifts in. He clenches his eyelids tighter, as if to drive up the volume, but makes out only murmurs, a breakfast exchange between the woman and the man in the apartment across the hall. Until, abruptly, their door opens: her voice grows louder, the hallway floorboards creak-she is approaching. Lloyd hustles back, unlatches the window above the courtyard, and takes up a position there, gazing out over his corner of Paris.She taps on his front door."Come in," he says. "No need to knock." And his wife
Название книги: The Imperfectionists
Автор(ы): Tom Rachman
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Imperfectionists-192258.html
© 2010
For Clare and Jack
"BUSH SLUMPS TO NEW LOW IN POLLS"PARIS CORRESPONDENT-LLOYD BURKO
LLOYD SHOVES OFF THE BEDCOVERS AND HURRIES TO THE FRONT door in white underwear and black socks. He steadies himself on the knob and shuts his eyes. Chill air rushes under the door; he curls his toes. But the hallway is silent. Only high-heeled clicks from the floor above. A shutter squeaking on the other side of the courtyard. His own breath, whistling in his nostrils, whistling out.Faintly, a woman's voice drifts in. He clenches his eyelids tighter, as if to drive up the volume, but makes out only murmurs, a breakfast exchange between the woman and the man in the apartment across the hall. Until, abruptly, their door opens: her voice grows louder, the hallway floorboards creak-she is approaching. Lloyd hustles back, unlatches the window above the courtyard, and takes up a position there, gazing out over his corner of Paris.She taps on his front door."Come in," he says. "No need to knock." And his wife
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