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Elena Ferrante

The Days of Abandonment

  • katarina krzanovicцитирует2 года назад
    Yes, I said to myself, we do, we imagine, even as adults, a lot of silly things, out of joy or exhaustion.
  • Ofelia Rцитирует2 года назад
    Only a few fragments had splintered off, for the rest I was well. I was whole, whole I would remain. To those who hurt me, I react giving back in kind. I am the queen of spades, I am the wasp that stings, I am the dark serpent. I am the invulnerable animal who passes through fire and is not burned.
  • Rantxxzцитирует2 года назад
    He talked for a long time about our fifteen years of marriage, about the children, and admitted that he had nothing to reproach us with, neither them nor me
  • katarina krzanovicцитирует2 года назад
    the autumn you could see the green of the Valentino grow yellow or red; the leaves, stripped by the wind, sped through the foggy air, and trailed over the gray surface of the Po. In the spring a fresh, sparkling breeze came from the river, animating the new shoots, the branches of the trees.
  • Gulцитирует4 года назад
    the circle of an empty day is brutal, and at night it tightens around your neck like a noose.
  • Gulцитирует4 года назад
    What a complex foamy mixture a couple is. Even if the relationship shatters and ends, it continues to act in secret pathways, it doesn’t die, it doesn’t want to die.
  • Gulцитирует4 года назад
    Women without love lose the light in their eyes, women without love die while they are still alive.
  • Menna Abu Zahraцитирует4 года назад
    But the computer tried over and over again without success to make a connection.
  • Menna Abu Zahraцитирует4 года назад
    There answered instead a long feeble bark, it might be from a distant dog, abandoned in the summer on the side of the road, or Otto himself.
  • Menna Abu Zahraцитирует4 года назад
    It searched for the line with prolonged sounds of discomfort, it snorted, it gave up.
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