When he got to the steps,... «Beloved»

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  robot

  23 июня 2014

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  When he got to the steps, the voices drained suddenly to less than a whisper. They had become an occasional mutter - like the interior sounds a woman makes when she believes she is alone and unobserved at her work: a sth when she misses the needle's eye; a soft moan when she sees another chip in her one good platter; the low, friendly argument with which she greets the hens. Nothing fierce or startling. Just that eternal, private conversation that takes place between women and their tasks.

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