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"Sual ver" xidmətindən istifadə üçün, zəhmət olmasa, hesaba daxil olun və ya qeydiyyatdan keçin.
I imagined that I bore my chalice safely through a throng of foes. Her name sprang to my lips at moments in strange prayers and praises which I myself did not understand. My eyes were often full of tears (I could not tell why) and at times a flood from my heart seemed to pour itself out into my bosom. I thought little of the future. I did not know whether I would ever speak to her or not or, if I spoke to her, how I could tell her of my confused adoration. But my body was like a harp and her words and gestures were like fingers running upon the wires.
Cild:
Yumşaq
Dil:
ENG
Müəllif:
JAMES JOYCE
Nəşriyyat:
Mk Publications
Səhifə sayı:
216
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