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Àâòîð:

Çàãëàâèå:

Three Men in a Boat (to say nothing of the dog)

Òèï íîñèòåëÿ:

Îäíîòîìíèê.

Ìåñòî èçäàíèÿ:

Moscow

Èçäàòåëüñòâî:

Foreign Languages

Ãîä èçäàíèÿ:

1959

Îáúåì:

226[1] p.

Àííîòàöèÿ:

Martyrs to hypochondria and general seediness, J. and his friends George and Harris decide that a jaunt up the Thames would suit them to a T. But when they set off, they can hardly predict the troubles that lie ahead with tow-ropes, unreliable weather forecasts and tins of pineapple chunks—not to mention the devastation left in the wake of J. s small fox-terrier Montmorency. Three Men in a Boat was an instant success when it appeared in 1889, and, with its benign escapism, authorial discursions and wonderful evocation of the late-Victorian clerking classes, it hilariously captured the spirit of its age.

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Àíãëèéñêèé

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Ðàçìåðû èçäàíèÿ:

20 cì.

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