At the rising of the moon, Peterkin awoke, and laughed. He was in his little white bed near the open window, so that when a moonbeam wavered from amid the branches of the great poplar, falling suddenly upon his tangled curls and yellowing them with a ripple of pale gold, it was as though a living thing stole in out of the June night.
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Limba Engleză ● Format EPUB ● ISBN 9788892510845 ● Mărime fișier 0.6 MB ● Editura Fiona Macleod ● Publicat 2015 ● Descărcabil 24 luni ● Valută EUR ● ID 5173428 ● Protecție împotriva copiilor fără