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Diana Wynne Jones

Howl’s Moving Castle

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  • Sumi Gцитирует8 месяцев назад
    Wizard Howl was bad enough. Though he did not seem to want to leave the hills, he was known to amuse himself by collecting young girls and sucking the souls from them. Or some people said he ate their hearts. He was an utterly cold-blooded and heartless wizard and no young girl was safe from him if he caught her on her own.
  • Kohiцитирует2 года назад
    And when a young man in a fantastical blue-and-silver costume spotted Sophie and decided to accost her as well, Sophie shrank into a shop doorway and tried to hide.

    The young man looked at her in surprise. “It’s all right, you little gray mouse,” he said, laughing rather pityingly. “I only want to buy you a drink. Don’t look so scared.”

    The pitying look made Sophie utterly ashamed. He was such a dashing specimen too, with a bony, sophisticated face—really quite old, well into his twenties—and elaborate blonde hair. His sleeves trailed longer than any in the Square, all scalloped edges and silver insets. “Oh, no thank you, if you please, sir,” Sophie stammered. “I— I’m on my way to see my sister.”

    “Then by all means do so,” laughed this advanced young man. “Who am I to keep a pretty lady from her sister? Would you like me to go with you, since you seem so scared?”

    He meant it kindly, which made Sophie more ashamed than ever. “No. No thank you, sir!” she gasped and fled away past him. He wore perfume too. The smell of hyacinths followed her as she ran. What a courtly person! Sophie thought, as she pushed her way between the little tables outside Cesari’s.
  • Kohiцитирует2 года назад
    “I shall buy one of their cream cakes,” Sophie decided, “I haven’t had one for ages.”
  • Kohiцитирует2 года назад
    Sophie listened and felt sad. Interesting things did seem to happen, but always to somebody else.
  • Kohiцитирует2 года назад
    Either she could not find the time, or she could not find the energy
  • Kohiцитирует2 года назад
    That night, as she sewed, Sophie admitted to herself that her life was rather dull.
  • Kohiцитирует2 года назад
    “Lettie’s bad for custom,” she told the bonnet, pleating away at mushroom-colored silk. “She would make even you look glamorous, you dowdy old thing. Other ladies look at Lettie and despair.”
  • Kohiцитирует2 года назад
    Sophie began to feel that Wizard Howl and the Witch of the Waste should get together.

    “They seem to be made for one another. Someone ought to arrange a match,” she remarked to the hat she was trimming at that moment.
  • Kohiцитирует2 года назад
    She was good at it. She quite liked doing it. But she felt isolated and a little dull.
  • Kohiцитирует2 года назад
    “a great dear and uses honey with everything. She keeps bees.”
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