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“Un invierno, la del medio, Elena, murió. Se apagó una mañana fosca y lluviosa de diciembre. Cuando la gente acudió a dar el pésame a las dos hermanas supervivientes, la Guindilla mayor se santiguaba y repetía: —Dios es sabio y justo en sus decisiones; se ha llevado a lo más inútil de la familia. Démosle gracias.”

Quote by Miguel Delibes

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El camino

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Miguel Delibes
Miguel Delibes

Miguel Delibes, born on October 17, 1920, was a renowned Spanish novelist. His works, which primarily focus on depicting rural life in Spain, have won the hearts of readers. Delibes passed away on March 12, 2010. more

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