В сумерках ноября выдохом теплым рвусь..
Начала читать вчера "Праздник, который всегда с тобой" ("A moveble feast") в оригинале. "if you are lucky enough to have lived in Paris as a young man, then wherever you go for the rest of your life, it stays with you, for Paris is a movesle feast".



".. we could leave Paris for a while for a place where this rain could be snow coming down through the pines and covering the road and the high hillsides and at an altitude where we would hear it creak as we walked home at night. There was a chalet where the pension was wonderful and where we would be together and have our books and at night be warm in bed together with the windows open and the stars bright.. "

ключевое слово в этом отрывке - мы.

тепло.




@музыка: The Clock - Том Йорк

@настроение: зеленый чай с жасмином