Sad Cypress. Agatha Christie
Читать онлайн.| Название | Sad Cypress |
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| Автор произведения | Agatha Christie |
| Жанр | Ужасы и Мистика |
| Серия | Poirot |
| Издательство | Ужасы и Мистика |
| Год выпуска | 0 |
| isbn | 9780007422760 |
Sad Cypress
This novel is entirely a work of fiction. The names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.
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First published in Great Britain by Collins 1940
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TO PETER AND PEGGY MCLEOD
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away, breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew
O prepare it;
My part of death no one so true;
Did share it.
Shakespeare.
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