📘 ❞ Anne of the Island ❝ رواية ــ لوسي مود مونتغمري اصدار 1987
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█ _ لوسي مود مونتغمري 1987 حصريا رواية ❞ Anne of the Island ❝ عن Toronto ; New York : Bantam Books 2024 Island : Island “Harvest is ended and summer gone,” quoted Shirley, gazing across the shorn fields dreamily She Diana Barry had been picking apples in the Green Gables orchard, but were now resting from their labors a sunny corner, where airy fleets thistledown drifted by on wings wind that was still summer sweet with incense ferns Haunted Wood But everything landscape around them spoke autumn The sea was roaring hollowly distance, bare sere, scarfed with golden rod, brook valley below Green overflowed asters of ethereal purple, Lake Shining Waters blue—blue—blue; not the changeful blue spring, nor pale azure summer, clear, steadfast, serene blue, as if water past all moods tenses emotion had settled down to tranquility unbroken fickle dreams “It has nice summer,” said Diana, twisting new ring her left hand smile “And Miss Lavendar’s wedding seemed come sort of crown it I suppose Mr Mrs Irving are Pacific coast ” “It seems me they have gone long enough go world,” sighed “I can’t believe only week since married Everything has changed Lavendar Allan gone—how lonely manse looks shutters closed! went last night, made feel as if everybody died ” “We’ll never get another minister Allan,” with gloomy conviction “I we’ll kinds supplies this winter, and half Sundays no preaching at And you Gilbert gone—it will be awfully dull ” “Fred be here,” insinuated slyly “When Lynde going move up?” asked she heard Anne’s remark Stories novels مجاناً PDF اونلاين هذا القسم يحتوي علي العديد من القصص والروايات باللغة الإنجليزية This section contains many stories English (Stories novels) والروايات: الرواية هي سرد نثري طويل يصف شخصيات خيالية أو واقعية وأحداثاً شكل قصة متسلسلة كما أنها أكبر الأجناس القصصية حيث الحجم وتعدد الشخصيات وتنوع الأحداث وقد ظهرت أوروبا بوصفها جنساً أدبياً مؤثراً القرن الثامن عشر والرواية حكاية تعتمد السرد بما فيه وصف وحوار وصراع بين وما ينطوي عليه ذلك تأزم وجدل وتغذيه A novel relatively work narrative fiction, normally written prose form, which typically published book present English word for fiction derives Italian novella "new", "news", or "short story something new", itself Latin novella, singular noun use neuter plural novellus, diminutive novus, meaning "new" Walter Scott distinction between novel, (as he saw it) "events accommodated ordinary train human events modern state society" romance, defined "a fictitious verse; interest turns upon marvellous uncommon incidents"
Anne of the Island
“Harvest is ended and summer is gone,” quoted Anne Shirley, gazing across
the shorn fields dreamily. She and Diana Barry had been picking apples in the
Green Gables orchard, but were now resting from their labors in a sunny corner,
where airy fleets of thistledown drifted by on the wings of a wind that was still
summer-sweet with the incense of ferns in the Haunted Wood.
But everything in the landscape around them spoke of autumn. The sea was
roaring hollowly in the distance, the fields were bare and sere, scarfed with
golden rod, the brook valley below Green Gables overflowed with asters of
ethereal purple, and the Lake of Shining Waters was blue—blue—blue; not the
changeful blue of spring, nor the pale azure of summer, but a clear, steadfast,
serene blue, as if the water were past all moods and tenses of emotion and had
settled down to a tranquility unbroken by fickle dreams.
“It has been a nice summer,” said Diana, twisting the new ring on her left
hand with a smile. “And Miss Lavendar’s wedding seemed to come as a sort of
crown to it. I suppose Mr. and Mrs. Irving are on the Pacific coast now.”
“It seems to me they have been gone long enough to go around the world,”
sighed Anne.
“I can’t believe it is only a week since they were married. Everything has
changed. Miss Lavendar and Mr. and Mrs. Allan gone—how lonely the manse
looks with the shutters all closed! I went past it last night, and it made me feel as
if everybody in it had died.”
“We’ll never get another minister as nice as Mr. Allan,” said Diana, with
gloomy conviction. “I suppose we’ll have all kinds of supplies this winter, and
half the Sundays no preaching at all. And you and Gilbert gone—it will be
awfully dull.”
“Fred will be here,” insinuated Anne slyly.
“When is Mrs. Lynde going to move up?” asked Diana, as if she had not heard
Anne’s remark.
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