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Название книги: Memories of my Melancholy Whores
Автор(ы): Gabriel Marquez
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Memories-of-my-Melancholy-Whores-152840.html
“He was not to do anything in bad taste, the woman of the inn warned old Eguchi. He was not to put his finger into the mouth of the sleeping girl, or try anything else of that sort.”– YASUNARI KAWABATA,House of the Sleeping Beauties
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The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin. I thought of Rosa Cabarcas, the owner of an illicit house who would inform her good clients when she had a new girl available. I never succumbed to that or any of her many other lewd temptations, but she did believe in the purity of my principles. Morality, too, is a question of time, she would say with a malevolent smile, you’ll see. She was a little younger than I, and I hadn’t heard anything about her for so many years that she very well might have died. But after the first ring I recognized the voice on the phone, and with no preambles I fired at her:“Today’s the day.”She sighed: Ah, my sad scholar, you disappear for twenty
Название книги: Memories of my Melancholy Whores
Автор(ы): Gabriel Marquez
Жанр: Современная проза
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/Memories-of-my-Melancholy-Whores-152840.html
“He was not to do anything in bad taste, the woman of the inn warned old Eguchi. He was not to put his finger into the mouth of the sleeping girl, or try anything else of that sort.”– YASUNARI KAWABATA,House of the Sleeping Beauties
1
The year I turned ninety, I wanted to give myself the gift of a night of wild love with an adolescent virgin. I thought of Rosa Cabarcas, the owner of an illicit house who would inform her good clients when she had a new girl available. I never succumbed to that or any of her many other lewd temptations, but she did believe in the purity of my principles. Morality, too, is a question of time, she would say with a malevolent smile, you’ll see. She was a little younger than I, and I hadn’t heard anything about her for so many years that she very well might have died. But after the first ring I recognized the voice on the phone, and with no preambles I fired at her:“Today’s the day.”She sighed: Ah, my sad scholar, you disappear for twenty
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