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Название книги: A Small Town in Germany
Автор(ы): John Le carr?
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Small-Town-in-Germany-164625.html
PROLOGUE The Hunter and the Hunted
Ten minutes to midnight: a pious Friday in May and a fine river mist lying in the market square.
Bonn was a Balkan city, stained and secret, drawn over with tramwire. Bonn was a dark house where someone had died, a house draped in Catholic black and guarded by policemen. Their leather coats glistened in the lamplight, the black flags hung over them like birds. It was as if all but they had heard the alarm and fled. Now a car, nowa pedestrian hurried past, and the silence followed like a wake. A tram sounded, but far a way. In the grocer's shop, from a pyramid of tins, the handwritten notice advertised the emergency: 'Lay in your store now!' Among the crumbs, marzipan pigs like hairless mice proclaimed the forgotten Saint's Day.
Only the posters spoke. From trees and lanterns they fought their futile war, each at the same height as if that were the regulation; they were printed in radiant paint, mounted on hardboard, and draped in thin streamers of b
Название книги: A Small Town in Germany
Автор(ы): John Le carr?
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/A-Small-Town-in-Germany-164625.html
PROLOGUE The Hunter and the Hunted
Ten minutes to midnight: a pious Friday in May and a fine river mist lying in the market square.
Bonn was a Balkan city, stained and secret, drawn over with tramwire. Bonn was a dark house where someone had died, a house draped in Catholic black and guarded by policemen. Their leather coats glistened in the lamplight, the black flags hung over them like birds. It was as if all but they had heard the alarm and fled. Now a car, nowa pedestrian hurried past, and the silence followed like a wake. A tram sounded, but far a way. In the grocer's shop, from a pyramid of tins, the handwritten notice advertised the emergency: 'Lay in your store now!' Among the crumbs, marzipan pigs like hairless mice proclaimed the forgotten Saint's Day.
Only the posters spoke. From trees and lanterns they fought their futile war, each at the same height as if that were the regulation; they were printed in radiant paint, mounted on hardboard, and draped in thin streamers of b
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