Recently I thought it would be a good idea to read something in French, to improve my French. (Seems like a no-brainer.) I dug up Le rouge et le noir, which I read in Polish a long time ago and loved. I also left Le Père Goriot lying around, planning to read it next, and this one was immediately snatched by my boyfriend who is now sacrificing hours of precious sleep over it. So one evening we were doing thisRead More
XXXIX Quand le cœur est dur et desséché, descends sur moi dans une averse de clémence. Quand la vie a perdu sa grâce, viens à moi dans une explosion de chant. Quand l’œuvre de tumulte élève de toutes parts son vacarme, m’excluant d’au delà, viens à moi, Seigneur du silence, avec ta paix et ton repos. Quand mon cœur misérable gît, captif, tapi dans un coin, enfonce la porte, mon Roi, et viens dans le cérémonial d’un roi. Quand leRead More
I’m probably not the only girl who loves period dramas. Of course there is a sort of a romantic indulgence in immersing oneself in a story from the times long gone – the attire, the manor houses and palaces, the candlelit drawing rooms, horses instead of cars out on the streets, landscapes still unspoilt by the industrial revolution… Add to this the fact that during my adolescent years we had BBC Prime included in our TV subscription at home soRead More
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