‘No air; no wind stirring... «Brideshead Revisited»
martinalee18 октября 2023‘No air; no wind stirring under the velvet canopy. When the summer comes,’ said Lord Marchmain, oblivious of the deep corn and swelling fruit and the surfeited bees who slowly sought their hives in the heavy afternoon sunlight outside his windows, ‘when the summer comes I shall leave my bed and sit in the open air and breathe more easily.
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