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Джоанн Харрис. Five Quarters of the Orange / Пять четвертинок апельсина
Joanne Harris. Five Quarters of the Orange
Part One. The inheritance
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Part Two. Forbidden fruit
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Part Three. The snack-wagon
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Part Four. La Mauvaise Réputation
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Part Five. Harvest
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Джоанн Харрис. Пять четвертинок апельсина
Часть первая. Наследство
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Часть вторая. Запретный плод
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Часть третья. Закусочная «У Люка»
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Часть четвертая. «La Mauvaise Réputation»
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Часть пятая. Урожай
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Отрывок из книги
When my mother died she left the farm to my brother, Cassis, the fortune in the wine cellar to my sister, Reine-Claude, and to me, the youngest, her album and a two-liter jar containing a single black Périgord truffle, large as a tennis ball, suspended in sunflower oil, that, when uncorked, still releases the rich dank perfume of the forest floor. A fairly unequal distribution of riches, but then Mother was a force of nature, bestowing her favors as she pleased, leaving no insight as to the workings of her peculiar logic.
And as Cassis always said, I was the favorite.
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Hourias knows already. I see him looking at me sometimes. Pity and curiosity, like I was something he ran over in the road. Last night he saw me coming out of La Rép with the things I need to buy there. He didn’t say anything, but I knew he’d guessed. He thinks we should marry, of course. It makes sense to him, widow and widower, marrying their land together. Yannick had no brother to take over when he died. And a woman isn’t expected to run a farm alone.
If she had been a naturally sweet woman, perhaps I might have suspected something sooner. But Mirabelle Dartigen was not a sweet woman. She was rock salt and river mud, her rages as quick and furious and inevitable as summer lightning. I never sought the cause, merely avoiding the effect as best I could.
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