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Название книги: The InvisibleBridge
Автор(ы): Julie Orringer
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-InvisibleBridge-227012.html
© 2010
For the Zahav brothersO tempora! O mores! O mekkora nagy córesz.O the times! O the customs! O what tremendous tsuris.– from Marsh Marigold,a Hungarian Labor Service newspaper,Bánhida Labor Camp, 1939From Bulgaria thick wild cannon pounding rolls,It strikes the mountain ridge, then hesitates and falls.A piled-up blockage of thoughts, animals, carts, and men;whinnying, the road rears up; the sky runs with its mane.In this chaos of movement you’re in me, permanent,deep in my consciousness you shine, motion forever spentand mute, like an angel awed by death’s great carnival,or an insect in rotted tree pith, staging its funeral.– Miklós Radnóti, from “Picture Postcards,”written to his wife during his death march from Heidenau, 1944It isas though I layunder a lowsky and breathedthrough a needle’s eye.– W. G. Sebaldfrom Unrecounted
PART ONE. The Street of Schools
CHAPTER ONE. A Letter
LATER HE WOULD TELL her that their story began at the Royal Hungarian Opera House, the night before he left f
Название книги: The InvisibleBridge
Автор(ы): Julie Orringer
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-InvisibleBridge-227012.html
© 2010
For the Zahav brothersO tempora! O mores! O mekkora nagy córesz.O the times! O the customs! O what tremendous tsuris.– from Marsh Marigold,a Hungarian Labor Service newspaper,Bánhida Labor Camp, 1939From Bulgaria thick wild cannon pounding rolls,It strikes the mountain ridge, then hesitates and falls.A piled-up blockage of thoughts, animals, carts, and men;whinnying, the road rears up; the sky runs with its mane.In this chaos of movement you’re in me, permanent,deep in my consciousness you shine, motion forever spentand mute, like an angel awed by death’s great carnival,or an insect in rotted tree pith, staging its funeral.– Miklós Radnóti, from “Picture Postcards,”written to his wife during his death march from Heidenau, 1944It isas though I layunder a lowsky and breathedthrough a needle’s eye.– W. G. Sebaldfrom Unrecounted
PART ONE. The Street of Schools
CHAPTER ONE. A Letter
LATER HE WOULD TELL her that their story began at the Royal Hungarian Opera House, the night before he left f
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