людишками, которые не могут купить себе одежды, больно дорого, и согреться не могут, потому как керосина нет, или угля, или дров, или бензина всякого, да и денег нету, ведь ..
Хулио Кортасар (Julio Cortazar)
«Игра в классики»
баварца - и желтая грубошерстная куртка; с левой руки, которою он подбоченился, свисал какой-то серый лоскут, надо думать, дождевой плащ, в правой же у него была палка с железным нак..
Манн Томас (Mann Thomas)
«Смерть в Венеции»
_Глашатай_ Эй, стражники, схватите шарлатана. Стражники приближаются к Амфитею. _Амфитей_ Собратья-боги, помогите мне! _Дикеополь_ Пританы! Он сказал - конец войне...
Лион Фейхтвангер (Lion Feuchtwanger)
«Мир»
Смотрите также:
Генеалогическое древо Дафны дю Морье
Произведения автора:
Ужасы и мистика:
Современная проза:
Любовные романы:
Исторические любовные романы:
Детективы:
Самоубийство без всяких причин
Тем временем:
..., etc. --
But instead I've bounced drunk into his City Lights bookshop at the height
of Saturday night business, everyone recognized me (even tho" I was wearing
my disguise-like fisherman's hat and fishermen coat and pants waterproof)
and "t'all ends up a roaring drunk in all the famous bars the bloody "King
of the Beatniks" is back in town buying drinks for everyone -- Two days of
that, including Sunday the day Lorenzo is supposed to pick me up at my
"secret" skid row hotel (the Mars on 4th and Howard) but when he calls for
me there's no answer, he has the clerk open the door and what does he see
but me out on the floor among bottles, Ben Fagan stretched out partly
beneath the bed, and Robert Browning the beatnik painter out on the bed,
snoring... So says to himself "I'll pick him up next weekend, I guess he
wants to drink for a week in the city (like he always does, I guess)" so off
he drives to his Big Sur cabin without me thinking he's doing the right
thing but my God when I wake up, and Ben and Browning are gone, they've
somehow dumped me on the bed, and I hear "I'll Take You Home Again Kathleen"
being bellroped so sad in the fog winds out there that blow across the
rooftops of eerie old hangover Frisco, wow, I've hit the end of the trail
and cant even drag my body any more even to a refuge in the woods let alone
stay upright in the city a minute -- It's the first trip I've taken away
from home (my mother's house) since the publication of "Road" the book that
"made me famous" and in fact so much so I've been driven mad for three years
by endless telegrams, phonecalls, requests, mail, visitors, reporters,
snoopers (a big voice saying in my basemerit window as I prepare to write a
story: ARE YOU BUSY?..
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