www.melanexjou.fora.pl

[XI327489]

ssly by the whisper of its tall poplars and the soughing of its willows. Far off,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], picked out in a wide swathe of sunlight, rise small white houses with red roofs,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and factories which, shorn by distance of their grim, commercial character, complete the landscape in the most admirable way. And, far off, Paris shrouded in smoke! As Prudence had told us, it was really the country and, I must say,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], it was a real lunch we had. It is not of gratitude for the happiness I have to thank the place for that I'm saying all this. Bougival, in spite of its unattractive name, is one of the prettiest spots you could possibly imagine. I have travelled a great deal and seen great sights, but none more charming than this tiny village cheerfully nestling at the foot of the hill which shelters it. Madame Arnould offered to arrange for us to take a boat out on the river, and Marguerite and Prudence accepted with alacrity. The countryside has always been associated with love, and rightly so. Nothing creates a more fitting backdrop to the woman you love than the blue sky, the fragrances,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], the flowers, the breezes, the solitary splendour of fields and woods. However much you love a woman, however much you trust her, however sure of the future her past life makes you, you are always jealous to some degree. If you have ever been in love, really in love, you must have experienced this need to shut out the world and isolate the person through whom you wished to live your whole life. It is as though the woma
相关的主题文章：


[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]

[link widoczny dla zalogowanych]