Alexandre Dumas : Nisida (Celebrated Crimes #7)
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If our readers, tempted by the Italian proverb about seeing Naples and then dying, were to ask us what the most favourable moment is for visiting the enchanted city, we should advise them to land at the mole, or at Mergellina, on a fine summer day and at the hour when some solemn procession is moving out of the cathedral. Nothing can give an idea of the profound and simple-hearted emotion of this populace, which has enough poetry in its soul to believe in its own happiness. The whole town adorns herself and attires herself like a bride for her wedding; the dark facades of marble and granite disappear beneath hangings of silk and festoons of flowers; the wealthy display their dazzling luxury, the poor drape themselves proudly in their rags. Everything is light, harmony, and perfume; the sound is like the hum of an immense hive, interrupted by a thousandfold outcry of joy impossible to describe...
Lastnost | Vrednost |
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Založba | Agencija TEA BOOKS |
Zbirka | Celebrated Crimes |
Leto izdaje | 2021 |
Strani | 41 |
Jezik | angleški |
Tip datoteke | epub |
ISBN | 9791220244510 |
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If our readers, tempted by the Italian proverb about seeing Naples and then dying, were to ask us what the most favourable moment is for visiting the enchanted city, we should advise them to land at the mole, or at Mergellina, on a fine summer day and at the hour when some solemn procession is moving out of the cathedral. Nothing can give an idea of the profound and simple-hearted emotion of this populace, which has enough poetry in its soul to believe in its own happiness. The whole town adorns herself and attires herself like a bride for her wedding; the dark facades of marble and granite disappear beneath hangings of silk and festoons of flowers; the wealthy display their dazzling luxury, the poor drape themselves proudly in their rags. Everything is light, harmony, and perfume; the sound is like the hum of an immense hive, interrupted by a thousandfold outcry of joy impossible to describe...