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Название книги: Tea Time for the Traditionally Built People
Автор(ы): Alexander Smith
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Tea-Time-for-the-Traditionally-Built-People-150924.html
The tenth book in the No 1 Ladies Detective agency series, 2009
For Iain and Alison Bruce
CHAPTER ONE. MR. MOLOFOLOLO
TRADITIONALLY BUILT PEOPLE may not look as if they are great walkers, but there was a time when Precious Ramotswe walked four miles a day. As a girl in Mochudi, all those years ago, a pupil at the school that looked down over the sprawling village below, she went to her lessons every morning on foot, joining the trickle of children that made its way up the hill, the girls in blue tunics, the boys in khaki shirts and shorts, like little soldiers. The journey from the house where she lived with her father and the older cousin who looked after her took all of an hour, except, of course, when she was lucky and managed to ride on the mule-drawn water cart that occasionally passed that way. The driver of this cart, with whom her father had worked in the gold mines as a young man, knew who she was and always slowed down to allow her to clamber u
Название книги: Tea Time for the Traditionally Built People
Автор(ы): Alexander Smith
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Tea-Time-for-the-Traditionally-Built-People-150924.html
The tenth book in the No 1 Ladies Detective agency series, 2009
For Iain and Alison Bruce
CHAPTER ONE. MR. MOLOFOLOLO
TRADITIONALLY BUILT PEOPLE may not look as if they are great walkers, but there was a time when Precious Ramotswe walked four miles a day. As a girl in Mochudi, all those years ago, a pupil at the school that looked down over the sprawling village below, she went to her lessons every morning on foot, joining the trickle of children that made its way up the hill, the girls in blue tunics, the boys in khaki shirts and shorts, like little soldiers. The journey from the house where she lived with her father and the older cousin who looked after her took all of an hour, except, of course, when she was lucky and managed to ride on the mule-drawn water cart that occasionally passed that way. The driver of this cart, with whom her father had worked in the gold mines as a young man, knew who she was and always slowed down to allow her to clamber u
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