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Название книги: A Good Year
Автор(ы): Peter Mayle
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Good-Year-156888.html
For Jennie, and for all those who work so hard in the vineyards of France to turn grapes into nectar
Author’s Note
This is a work of fiction. The characters and their names are inventions, and have nothing to do with real life. Between the lines, however, there were several real people involved.For his crucial contribution to the book, I would like to thank Ridley Scott, whose nose for a good story got me started. I was also very fortunate to receive expert advice of an alcoholic nature from Allen Chevalier in the Luberon and Anthony Barton in the Médoc. And Ailie Collins was, as always, a joy to work with.Mille mercis à tous.
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It was high summer in London, and the raindrops felt almost warm on Max Skinner’s face as he ran up Rutland Gate and into Hyde Park. He followed the curve of the Serpentine while the shapes of other people determined to suffer before breakfast came and went in the gray predawn murk, their faces slick with rain and sweat, their progress marked by the moist slap of their footsteps on th
Название книги: A Good Year
Автор(ы): Peter Mayle
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Good-Year-156888.html
For Jennie, and for all those who work so hard in the vineyards of France to turn grapes into nectar
Author’s Note
This is a work of fiction. The characters and their names are inventions, and have nothing to do with real life. Between the lines, however, there were several real people involved.For his crucial contribution to the book, I would like to thank Ridley Scott, whose nose for a good story got me started. I was also very fortunate to receive expert advice of an alcoholic nature from Allen Chevalier in the Luberon and Anthony Barton in the Médoc. And Ailie Collins was, as always, a joy to work with.Mille mercis à tous.
One
It was high summer in London, and the raindrops felt almost warm on Max Skinner’s face as he ran up Rutland Gate and into Hyde Park. He followed the curve of the Serpentine while the shapes of other people determined to suffer before breakfast came and went in the gray predawn murk, their faces slick with rain and sweat, their progress marked by the moist slap of their footsteps on th
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