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The Ballad of Frankie Silver

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Sharyn McCrumb
Sharyn McCrumb

Sharyn McCrumb is an American author renowned for her mystery novels, particularly those set in the Appalachian region of the United States. Born on February 26, 1948, she has written over 30 novels, blending historical fiction and mystery with a focus on Appalachian culture and history. McCrumb's work has been recognized with numerous awards and is celebrated for its complex characters and historical depth. more

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“Я тихо увійшов до свого помешкання й постояв там у темряві, не наважуючись ворухнутися, не наважуючись увімкнути світло. Лише стояв там і відчував вихор у своїх очах. Що зі мною сталося? Чому я такий самотній у світі?”

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“Into The Abyss In the midst of the wailing winds In the thickets of the ghastly fields I found a ring lying on the ground With the footsteps to follow around Frightened yet resolute, out in the dark i go In the willows beside the river An old man creaked in his chair in a queer "It has eyes everywhere, You can't escape once you're here" He whispered, as if his last breath And out in the dark I go In the cricket's cries, under the hollow moon I saw a graveyard with tombs dug through "Dead celebrate when the night is nigh For they revel in the living's cry", Said the men with the axe in tow, And out in the dark I go Somewhere out in the dark, distraught The footprints I stumbled upon were gone I had to return the ring, i thought But the one i was carrying was gone Where am I? I wish I would've known I stared into the abyss, all alone No soul within, nor outside stark I shouldn't have gone out in the dark I shouldn't have gone out in the dark”

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“They say your heart breaks to let the light in, but at some point some of our hearts break so hard and so often that they’re just filled with light, which has no choice but to shine back out. Maybe saints realize that before the rest of us do, which is why they’re always pointing to their hearts. They ask us not to harden against, but open to. They speak in tongues of trinkets, flowers and beads and glitter, small innocent things that insist throughout even the darkest times—bits of bright that are the philosophers’ stone. Strung up and clung to, shapeshifting the world itself.”

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Book:Glitter Saints: The Cosmic Art of Forgiveness, a Memoir
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“חורף… קרח־עולמים מכסה את קירות לבי. שעמום קהה, אשר מפניו תבוֹל כל תשוקה ומנשימתו ימות כל רגש, תוקף את כל פנימיותי, אני מתהווה חסר־תנועה, אני נעשה משא כבד על נפשי. רק דרך מוחי מסתננים תמונת חטמי, קול דברי, זקני, צחוקי, אנחתי – ואני שוטם בי את הכל. נקוט בנפשי על הכל. נכלם ומתבייש מהכל. כל מה שיש בי נראה מאוס, מזויף, נלעג ומעורר־גועל, כל הויתי מעוררת בי רגש של אשמה ורושם של תיעוּב. אין לי מקום.”

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Book:בחורף
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