Читать книгу Lighthousekeeping - Jeanette Winterson - Страница 5
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ОглавлениеMy mother called me Silver. I was born part precious metal part pirate.
As an apprentice to lighthousekeeping my duties were as follows:
To make an end of it Dark had decided to marry.
The moon shone the night white.
This way to the Cobra. Wonders of the East!
Pew – why didn’t my mother marry my father?
The mystery of Pew was a mercury of fact.
Eyes like a faraway ship, Pew was sleeping.
Dark was walking his dog along the cliff path
It was our last day as ourselves.
I sometimes think of myself, up at Am Parbh.
The seahorse was in his pocket.
The pot of Full Strength Samson was finished.
His heart was beating like light.
