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A Farewell to Arms

Ernest Hemingway's poignant narrative follows the story of an American soldier and his love affair amidst the chaos of war. The novel delves into the complexities of human emotions and the stark realities of war, offering a profound and introspective look at the human condition. more

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Ernest Hemingway
Ernest Hemingway

American author known for his concise and forceful writing style, as well as his profound insights into life. Hemingway's works cover a wide range of themes including war, adventure, and love, with notable titles such as 'The Old Man and the Sea' and 'A Farewell to Arms'. more

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“ჩვენ იძულებული ვართ, ამ დროში ვიცხოვროთ და ვიმუშაოთ, ყველაზე უარეს დროში, რაც კი ოდესმე ყოფილა, მაგრამ მაინც შეგი- ძლია, უამრავი სასიხარულო რამ მოძებნო – თან იცოდე, რა უვარგის დროში ცხოვრობ. პოლიტიკაზე მირჩევნია არაფერი ვთქვა. მასთან ყოველი შეხება ერთადერთ შეგრძნებას მიტოვებს – თითქოს ბინძური ჭურჭლიდან რაღაც სისაძაგლე დავლიე. თავდაჯერებული პატრიოტი, სხვა ადამიანების ცხოვრებისა თუ რწმენის წარმმართველი – ასეთი გამომეტყველება აქვს ფოტოებზე პოლიტიკოსთა უმეტესობას.”

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Author:Ernest Hemingway
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“I lift the lid of the chest. Inside, the air is musty and stale, held hostage for years in its three-foot-by-four-foot tomb. I lean in to survey the contents cautiously, then pull out a stack of old photos tied with twine. On top is a photo of a couple on their wedding day. She's a young bride, wearing one of those 1950's netted veils. He looks older, distinguished- sort of like Cary Grant or Gregory Peck in the old black-and-white movies I used to watch with my grandmother. I set the stack down and turn back to the chest, where I find a notebook, filled with handwritten recipes. The page for Cinnamon Rolls is labeled "Dex's Favorite." 'Dex.' I wonder if he's the man in the photo. There are two ticket stubs from 1959, one to a Frank Sinatra concert, another to the movie 'An Affair to Remember.' A single shriveled rosebud rests on a white handkerchief. A corsage? When I lift it into my hand, it disintegrates; the petals crinkle into tiny pieces that fall onto the living room carpet. At the bottom of the chest is what looks like a wedding dress. It's yellowed and moth-eaten, but I imagine it was once stark white and beautiful. As I lift it, I can hear the lace swishing as if to say, "Ahh." Whoever wore it was very petite. The waist circumference is tiny. A pair of long white gloves falls to the floor. They must have been tucked inside the dress. I refold the finery and set the ensemble back inside. Whose things are these? And why have they been left here? I thumb through the recipe book. All cookies, cakes, desserts. She must have loved to bake. I tuck the book back inside the chest, along with the photographs after I've retied the twine, which is when I notice a book tucked into the corner. It's an old paperback copy of Ernest Hemingway's 'The Sun Also Rises.' I've read a little of Hemingway over the years- 'A Moveable Feast' and some of his later work- but not this one. I flip through the book and notice that one page is dog-eared. I open to it and see a line that has been underscored. "You can't get away from yourself by moving from one place to another." I look out to the lake, letting the words sink in. 'Is that what I'm trying to do? Get away from myself?' I stare at the line in the book again and wonder if it resonated with the woman who underlined it so many years ago. Did she have her own secret pain? 'Was she trying to escape it just like me?”

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“But there was a thing here that I never saw. I don't think you've ever seen it either. There were Americans came here and they put whiskey in the beer." "No," I said. "Oui. My God, yes, that's true. Et aussi une femme qui a vomis sur la table!" "Comment?" "C'est vrai. Elle a vomis sur la table. Et après elle a vomis dans ses shoes. And afterward they come back and say they want to come again and have another party the next Saturday, and I say no, my God, no! When they came I locked the door.”

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