To the Lighthouse
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To the Lighthouse

Автор: Virginia Woolf

Форматы: PDF

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Издательство: Пальмира|Книга по Требованию

Год: 2017

Место издания: Санкт-Петербург | Москва

ISBN: 978-5-521-00330-3

Страниц: 239

Артикул: 12207

Возрастная маркировка: 12+

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99

Содержание книги "To the Lighthouse"


The Window
Time Passes
The Lignthouse

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emotions and odds and ends of things, and so hold it before her, and bring it to the tribunal where, ranged about in conclave, sat the judges she had set up to decide these things. Is it good, is it bad, is it right or wrong ? Where are we going to ? and so on. So she righted herself after the shock of the event, and quite unconsciously and incongruously, used the branches of the elm trees outside to help her to stabi-lize her position. Her world was changing: they were still. The event had given her a sense of movement. All must be in order. She must get that right and that right, she thought, insensibly approving of the dig-nity of the trees' stillness, and now again of the superb upward rise (like the beak of a ship up a wave) of the elm branches as the wind raised them. For it was windy (she stood a moment to look out). It was windy, so that the leaves now and then brushed open a star, and the stars themselves seemed to be shaking and darting light and trying to flash out between the edges of the leaves. Yes, that was done then, accom-plished; and as with all things done, become solemn. Now one thought of it, cleared of chatter and emo-tion, it seemed always to have been, only was shown now, and so being shown struck everything into stab-ility. They would, she thought, going on again, how-ever long they lived, come back to this night; this moon; this wind; this house; and to her too. It flat-tered her, where she was most susceptible of flattery, to think how, wound about in their hearts, however long they lived she would be woven; and this, and this, and this, she thought, going upstairs, laughing, but affectionately, at the sofa on the landing (her mother's) at the rocking-chair (her father's); at the map of the Hebrides. All that would be revived again 130