Переводчик W. Fitzwater Wray

LightHenri Barbusse Light CHAPTER I MYSELF All the days of the week are alike, from their beginning to their end.At seven in the evening one hears the clock strike gently, and then the instant tumult of the bell. I close the desk, wipe my pen, and put it down. I take my hat and muffler, after a g...

Under Fire: The Story of a SquadHenri Barbusse Under Fire: The Story of a Squad I The Vision MONT BLANC, the Dent du Midi, and the Aiguille Verte look across at the bloodless faces that show above the blankets along the gallery of the sanatorium. This roofed-in gallery of rustic wood-work on the ...