She had knitted the hat herself, and she said she would make one just like itfor mebefore next winter. Her cheeks were red, her eyes as bright and clear as the surrounding air (…)
“The Duck people all moved somewhere else after the pond froze over. I’m sure you would have loved them Come back in the spring, OK? I’ll introduce you.”
The Wind-up Bird Chronicle, by Haruki Murakami
Хроника на птицата с пружина
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