It was on a Saturday, at six in the morning, that I died after a three days’ illness. My wife was searching a trunk for some linen, and when she rose and turned she saw me rigid, with open eyes and silent pulses. She ran to me, fancying that I had fainted, touched my hands and bent over me. Then she suddenly grew alarmed, burst into tears and stammered:
‘My God, my God! He is dead!’
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● Pagini 42 ● ISBN 9782377877218 ● Mărime fișier 0.3 MB ● Traducător Edward Vizetelly ● Editura JA ● Țară US ● Publicat 2018 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 7414518 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor fără