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Название книги: The Whispering Land
Автор(ы): Gerald Durrell
Жанр: Научная литература
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Whispering-Land-228761.html
Part One
THE CUSTOMS* OF THE COUNTRY
Buenos Aires, decked out for spring, was looking her* best. The tall and elegant buildings seemed to gleam like icebergs in the sun, and the broad avenues were lined with jacaranda trees* covered with a mist of mauve blue flowers, or palo borracho,* with their strange bottle-shaped trunks and their spindly branches starred with yellow and white flowers. The spring-like atmosphere seemed to have infected the pedestrians, who fled across the road through the traffic with even less caution than usual, while the drivers of the trams, buses and cars vied with each other in the time-honoured Buenos Aires game of seeing how close they could get to each other at the maximum speed without actually crashing.Not having a suicidal streak* in me, I had refused to drive in the city, and so we swept on our death-defying way in the Land-Rover* with Josefina at the wheel. Short, with curly auburn hair and big brown eyes, Josefina had a smile like a searchlight that could
Название книги: The Whispering Land
Автор(ы): Gerald Durrell
Жанр: Научная литература
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Whispering-Land-228761.html
Part One
THE CUSTOMS* OF THE COUNTRY
Buenos Aires, decked out for spring, was looking her* best. The tall and elegant buildings seemed to gleam like icebergs in the sun, and the broad avenues were lined with jacaranda trees* covered with a mist of mauve blue flowers, or palo borracho,* with their strange bottle-shaped trunks and their spindly branches starred with yellow and white flowers. The spring-like atmosphere seemed to have infected the pedestrians, who fled across the road through the traffic with even less caution than usual, while the drivers of the trams, buses and cars vied with each other in the time-honoured Buenos Aires game of seeing how close they could get to each other at the maximum speed without actually crashing.Not having a suicidal streak* in me, I had refused to drive in the city, and so we swept on our death-defying way in the Land-Rover* with Josefina at the wheel. Short, with curly auburn hair and big brown eyes, Josefina had a smile like a searchlight that could
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