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Название книги: The Museum Of Innocence
Автор(ы): Orhan Pamuk
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Museum-Of-Innocence-155739.html
To RüyaThese were innocent people, so innocent that they thought poverty a crime that wealth would allow them to forget.– from the notebooks of Celál SalikIf a man could pass thro’ Paradise in a Dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his Soul had really been there, and found that flower in his hand when he awoke-Aye? and what then?– from the notebooks of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeFirst I surveyed the little trinkets on the table, her lotions and her perfumes. I picked them up and examined them one by one. I turned her little watch over in my hand. Then I looked at her wardrobe. All those dresses and accessories piled one on top of the other. These things that every woman used to complete herself-they induced in me a painful and desperate loneliness; I felt myself hers, I longed to be hers.– from the notebooks of Ahmet Hamdi TanpınarORHAN PAMUK expresses his gratitude to Sila Okur for ensuring fidelity to the Turkish text; to his editor and friend George Andreou, for his
Название книги: The Museum Of Innocence
Автор(ы): Orhan Pamuk
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Museum-Of-Innocence-155739.html
To RüyaThese were innocent people, so innocent that they thought poverty a crime that wealth would allow them to forget.– from the notebooks of Celál SalikIf a man could pass thro’ Paradise in a Dream, and have a flower presented to him as a pledge that his Soul had really been there, and found that flower in his hand when he awoke-Aye? and what then?– from the notebooks of Samuel Taylor ColeridgeFirst I surveyed the little trinkets on the table, her lotions and her perfumes. I picked them up and examined them one by one. I turned her little watch over in my hand. Then I looked at her wardrobe. All those dresses and accessories piled one on top of the other. These things that every woman used to complete herself-they induced in me a painful and desperate loneliness; I felt myself hers, I longed to be hers.– from the notebooks of Ahmet Hamdi TanpınarORHAN PAMUK expresses his gratitude to Sila Okur for ensuring fidelity to the Turkish text; to his editor and friend George Andreou, for his
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