Elena Ferrante

My Brilliant Friend

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Ekaterina Leonovaje citiralaпре 3 године
The plebs were us. The plebs were that fight for food and wine, that quarrel over who should be served first and better, that dirty floor on which the waiters clattered back and forth, those increasingly vulgar toasts. The plebs were my mother, who had drunk wine and now was leaning against my father’s shoulder, while he, serious, laughed, his mouth gaping, at the sexual allusions of the metal dealer.
Julia Arkhutichje citiralaпре 6 месеци
felt a flare of love in my veins
Nazrin Hajiyevaje citiraoпре 8 месеци
Take as much time as you want
Kate Pavlenkoje citiralaпре 3 године
If she wasn’t busy in the house or the shop, I saw her talking now with this girl, now with that. I passed by, I greeted her, but she was so absorbed that she didn’t hear me. I always caught phrases that seemed to me beautiful, and they made me suffer.
Zarmeena Khalidje citiraoпре 3 године
I reassured him, I told him to calm down.
Ekaterina Leonovaje citiralaпре 3 године
She was like that, she threw things off balance just to see if she could put them back in some other way.
Ekaterina Leonovaje citiralaпре 3 године
I knew — perhaps I hoped — that no form could ever contain Lila, and that sooner or later she would break everything again.
Ekaterina Leonovaje citiralaпре 3 године
Did she want to leave the neighborhood by staying in the neighborhood? Did she want to drag us out of ourselves, tear off the old skin and put on a new one, suitable for what she was inventing?
Ekaterina Leonovaje citiralaпре 3 године
she took the facts and in a natural way charged them with tension; she intensified reality as she reduced it to words, she injected it with energy.
Zhenya Shabyninaje citiralaпре 3 године
The beauty of mind that Cerullo had from childhood didn’t find an outlet, Greco, and it has all ended up in her face, in her breasts, in her thighs, in her ass, places where it soon fades and it will be as if she had never had it.”
Ekaterina Leonovaje citiralaпре 3 године
I preferred things as they were: help my mother, work in the stationery store, accept the ugliness and the pimples, be healthy, nice, and plump, as Maestra Oliviero said, and toil in poverty.
Ekaterina Leonovaje citiralaпре 4 године
no longer knew who I was. I began to suspect that I would keep changing, until from me my mother would emerge, lame, with a crossed eye, and no one would love me anymore.
Ekaterina Leonovaje citiralaпре 4 године
The conclusion we drew from this convinced us that it was best to do everything on purpose, deliberately, so that you would know what to expect.
Ekaterina Leonovaje citiralaпре 4 године
Our world was like that, full of words that killed: croup, tetanus, typhus, gas, war, lathe, rubble, work, bombardment, bomb, tuberculosis, infection.
Aisha Bhoorije citiralaпре 4 године
sobs that began fake and became real.
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