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Truman Capote

Breakfast At Tiffany's

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With her tousled blond hair and upturned nose, dark glasses and chic black dresses, she is top notch in style and a sensation wherever she goes. Her brownstone apartment vibrates with Martini-soaked parties as she plays hostess to millionaires and gangsters alike. Yet Holly never loses sight of her ultimate goal — to find a real life place like Tiffany’s that makes her feel at home. Immortalized in a film starring Audrey Hepburn, Truman Capote’s «Breakfast at Tiffany’s» is full of sharp wit and in its exuberant cast of characters vividly captures the restless, madcap era of early 1940s New York. This edition also contains three stories: «House of Flowers», «A Diamond Guitar» and «A Christmas Memory». Формат издания: 11 см х 18 см.
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  • Мариделится впечатлением8 лет назад
    🌴Beach Bag Book

    So much different than the movie!

  • ulyanaделится впечатлением2 года назад
    👍Worth reading

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    👍Worth reading

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  • Anastasiaцитирует7 лет назад
    Never love a wild thing, Mr. Bell," Holly advised him. "That was Doc's mistake. He was always lugging home wild things. A hawk with a hurt wing. One time it was a full-grown bobcat with a broken leg. But you can't give your heart to a wild thing: the more you do, the stronger they get. Until they're strong enough to run into the woods.
  • boydцитирует11 лет назад
    At any rate she no longer rang my bell. I missed that; and as the days merged I began to feel toward her certain far-fetched resentments, as if I were being neglected by my closest friend. A disquieting loneliness came into my life, but it induced no hunger for friends of longer acquaintance: they seemed now like a salt-free, sugarless diet.
  • Anastasia Shilinaцитирует12 лет назад
    She was still hugging the cat. "Poor slob," she said, tickling his head, "poor slob without a name. It's a little inconvenient, his not having a name. But I haven't any right to give him one: he'll have to wait until he belongs to somebody. We just sort of took up by the river one day, we don't belong to each other: he's an independent, and so am I. I don't want to own anything until I know I've found the place where me and things belong together. I'm not quite sure where that is just yet. But I know what it's like." She smiled, and let the cat drop to the floor.

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