Excerpt from In Cure of Her Soul
It was a little nook of a meadow, sloping to a point where the forest edges met. Behind, the hill rose, rocky, covered close with old dwarfed trees. The sun lay hot in the little triangle of lawn, but from the Это и многое другое вы найдете в книге In Cure of Her Soul (Classic Reprint) (Frederic Jesup Stimson)