الأدب الكلاسيكي
In the first place, Miss Minchin lived in London. Her home was a large, dull, tall one, in a large, dull square, where all the houses were alike, and all the sparrows were alike, and where all the door-knockers made the same heavy sound, and on still days—and nearly all the days were still—seemed to resound through the entire row in which the knock was knocked. On Miss Minchin's door there was a brass plate. On the brass plate there was inscribed in black letters,...
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تاريخ الإصدار
كتاب : ٢٣ ذو القعدة ١٤٣٧ هـ
الوسوم
الأدب الكلاسيكي
In the first place, Miss Minchin lived in London. Her home was a large, dull, tall one, in a large, dull square, where all the houses were alike, and all the sparrows were alike, and where all the door-knockers made the same heavy sound, and on still days—and nearly all the days were still—seemed to resound through the entire row in which the knock was knocked. On Miss Minchin's door there was a brass plate. On the brass plate there was inscribed in black letters,...
© 2016 anboco (كتاب ): 9783736409781
تاريخ الإصدار
كتاب : ٢٣ ذو القعدة ١٤٣٧ هـ
الوسوم
خطوة إلى عالم لا حدود له من القصص
لا توجد تعليقات بعد
قم بتنزيل التطبيق للانضمام إلى المحادثة وإضافة مراجعات.
عربي
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