It was cold in the... «The Graveyard Book»
augustin_blade17 марта 2014It was cold in the graveyard, cold and dark, and the stars were already out. Bod passed Mother Slaughter in the ivy-covered Egyptian Walk, squinting at the greenery. “Your eyes are younger than mine, young man,” she said. “Can you see blossom?” “Blossom? In winter?” “Don’t you look at me with that face on, young man,” she said. “Things blossom in their time. They bud and bloom, blossom and fade. Everything in its time.”
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