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Название книги: The Summer Guest
Автор(ы): Justin Cronin
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Summer-Guest-192619.html
© 2004
for Leslieandfor IrisI’ll look for you in old Honolulu,San Francisco, Ashtabula,Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know.But I’ll see you in the sky above,In the tall grass, in the ones I love,Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.– Bob Dylan, “You’re Gonna Make MeLonesome When You Go”
Prologue
North of Boston they followed the sea. A day in January, 1947: the carriage of their train was nearly empty. Just the three of them, the man and his wife with the little boy on her lap, and far ahead, a lone man in uniform, his head lolled forward in sleep. From the window they watched the rough-hewn coast slide by: the great slabs of ice, heaved and broken against the shoreline; the frozen, time-stilled marshlands; the rocky promontories fingering a winter sea. At intervals the conductor passed through, idly humming as he announced the names of the towns, his heavy steps sure despite the old rail-bed that made the car sway like a ferry’s deck.While Amy and the baby dozed, Joe rose to stretch his legs. Thirty-one
Название книги: The Summer Guest
Автор(ы): Justin Cronin
Жанр: Триллер
Адрес книги: http://www.6lib.ru/books/The-Summer-Guest-192619.html
© 2004
for Leslieandfor IrisI’ll look for you in old Honolulu,San Francisco, Ashtabula,Yer gonna have to leave me now, I know.But I’ll see you in the sky above,In the tall grass, in the ones I love,Yer gonna make me lonesome when you go.– Bob Dylan, “You’re Gonna Make MeLonesome When You Go”
Prologue
North of Boston they followed the sea. A day in January, 1947: the carriage of their train was nearly empty. Just the three of them, the man and his wife with the little boy on her lap, and far ahead, a lone man in uniform, his head lolled forward in sleep. From the window they watched the rough-hewn coast slide by: the great slabs of ice, heaved and broken against the shoreline; the frozen, time-stilled marshlands; the rocky promontories fingering a winter sea. At intervals the conductor passed through, idly humming as he announced the names of the towns, his heavy steps sure despite the old rail-bed that made the car sway like a ferry’s deck.While Amy and the baby dozed, Joe rose to stretch his legs. Thirty-one
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