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Название книги: Bullet Park
Автор(ы): John Cheever
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Bullet-Park-198450.html
The Temple Of Light
"Are you the holy man?" Hammer asked."Oh no, no indeed. I've never claimed to be that. You must excuse me. I am very tired tonight.""You cure the sick?""Sometimes, sometimes. I help with prayers but I am so tired tonight that I cannot help myself. I have said a hundred times that I am sitting in a house by the sea at four o'clock and that it is raining but I know that it is half past five and I am sitting in an old chair over a funeral parlor.""You remember Tony Nailles?""Yes.""I am going to kill him," Hammer said. "I am going to burn him on the altar of Christ's Church.""Get out of here," the swami said. "Get out of the Temple of Light."
ToRobert and Susan Cowley
PART 1
I
Paint me a small railroad station then, ten minutes before dark. Beyond the platform are the waters of the Wekonsett River, reflecting a somber afterglow. The architecture of the station is oddly informal, gloomy but unserious, and mostly resembles a pergola, cottage or summer house although this is a climate of harsh win
Название книги: Bullet Park
Автор(ы): John Cheever
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Bullet-Park-198450.html
The Temple Of Light
"Are you the holy man?" Hammer asked."Oh no, no indeed. I've never claimed to be that. You must excuse me. I am very tired tonight.""You cure the sick?""Sometimes, sometimes. I help with prayers but I am so tired tonight that I cannot help myself. I have said a hundred times that I am sitting in a house by the sea at four o'clock and that it is raining but I know that it is half past five and I am sitting in an old chair over a funeral parlor.""You remember Tony Nailles?""Yes.""I am going to kill him," Hammer said. "I am going to burn him on the altar of Christ's Church.""Get out of here," the swami said. "Get out of the Temple of Light."
ToRobert and Susan Cowley
PART 1
I
Paint me a small railroad station then, ten minutes before dark. Beyond the platform are the waters of the Wekonsett River, reflecting a somber afterglow. The architecture of the station is oddly informal, gloomy but unserious, and mostly resembles a pergola, cottage or summer house although this is a climate of harsh win
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