-
Главная
-
- Книги
-
- Авторы
-
- Элизабет Гилберт
-
- Ешь, молись, люби
-
- Стр. 35/229
Для того чтобы воспользоваться озвучкой предложений, необходимо
Войти или зарегистрироваться
Озвучка предложений доступна при наличии PRO-доступа
Купить PRO-доступ
And
I
thought
,
Yeah
,
baby
!
And
you
are
the
magnet
and
I
am
the
steel
!
Bring
to
me
your
leather
,
take
from
me
my
lace
!
But
still
,
he
has
not
kissed
me
.
I
don
’
t
very
often
see
Dario
,
the
other
twin
,
though
he
does
spend
a
lot
of
his
time
with
Sofie
.
Sofie
is
my
best
friend
from
my
language
class
,
and
she
’
s
definitely
somebody
you
’
d
want
to
spend
your
time
with
,
too
,
if
you
were
Dario
.
Sofie
is
Swedish
and
in
her
late
twenties
and
so
damn
cute
you
could
put
her
on
a
hook
and
use
her
as
bait
to
catch
men
of
all
different
nationalities
and
ages
.
Sofie
has
just
taken
a
four
-
month
leave
of
absence
from
her
good
job
in
a
Swedish
bank
,
much
to
the
horror
of
her
family
and
bewilderment
of
her
colleagues
,
only
because
she
wanted
to
come
to
Rome
and
learn
how
to
speak
beautiful
Italian
.
Every
day
after
class
,
Sofie
and
I
go
sit
by
the
Tiber
,
eating
our
gelato
and
studying
with
each
other
.
You
can
’
t
even
rightly
call
it
"
studying
,
"
the
thing
that
we
do
.
It
’
s
more
like
a
shared
relishing
of
the
Italian
language
,
an
almost
worshipful
ritual
,
and
we
’
re
always
offering
each
other
new
wonderful
idioms
.
Like
,
for
instance
,
we
just
learned
the
other
day
that
un
’
amica
stretta
means
"
a
close
friend
.
"
But
stretta
literally
means
tight
,
as
in
clothing
,
like
a
tight
skirt
.
So
a
close
friend
,
in
Italian
,
is
one
you
that
can
wear
tightly
,
snug
against
your
skin
,
and
that
is
what
my
little
Swedish
friend
Sofie
is
becoming
to
me
.
At
the
beginning
,
I
liked
to
think
that
Sofie
and
I
looked
like
sisters
.
Then
we
were
taking
a
taxi
through
Rome
the
other
day
and
the
guy
driving
the
cab
asked
if
Sofie
was
my
daughter
.
Now
,
folks
-
the
girl
is
only
about
seven
years
younger
than
I
am
.
My
mind
went
into
such
a
spin
-
control
mode
,
trying
to
explain
away
what
he
’
d
said
.
(
For
instance
,
I
thought
,
Maybe
this
native
Roman
cabdriver
doesn
’
t
speak
Italian
very
well
,
and
meant
to
ask
if
we
were
sisters
.
)
But
,
no
.
He
said
daughter
and
he
meant
daughter
.
Oh
,
what
can
I
say
?
I
’
ve
been
through
a
lot
in
the
last
few
years
.
I
must
look
so
beat
-
up
and
old
after
this
divorce
.
But
as
that
old
country
-
western
song
out
of
Texas
goes
,
"
I
’
ve
been
screwed
and
sued
and
tattooed
,
and
I
’
m
still
standin
’
here
in
front
of
you
…
"
I
’
ve
also
become
friends
with
a
cool
couple
named
Maria
and
Giulio
,
introduced
to
me
by
my
friend
Anne
-
an
American
painter
who
lived
in
Rome
a
few
years
back
.
Maria
is
from
America
,
Giulio
’
s
from
the
south
of
Italy
.
He
’
s
a
filmmaker
,
she
works
for
an
international
agricultural
policy
organization
.
He
doesn
’
t
speak
great
English
,
but
she
speaks
fluent
Italian
(
and
also
fluent
French
and
Chinese
,
so
that
’
s
not
intimidating
)
.
Giulio
wants
to
learn
English
,
and
asked
if
he
could
practice
conversing
with
me
in
another
Tandem
Exchange
.
In
case
you
’
re
wondering
why
he
couldn
’
t
just
study
English
with
his
American
-
born
wife
,
it
’
s
because
they
’
re
married
and
they
fight
too
much
whenever
one
tries
to
teach
anything
to
the
other
one
.
So
Giulio
and
I
now
meet
for
lunch
twice
a
week
to
practice
our
Italian
and
English
;
a
good
task
for
two
people
who
don
’
t
have
any
history
of
irritating
each
other
.
Giulio
and
Maria
have
a
beautiful
apartment
,
the
most
impressive
feature
of
which
is
,
to
my
mind
,
the
wall
that
Maria
once
covered
with
angry
curses
against
Giulio
(
scrawled
in
thick
black
magic
marker
)
because
they
were
having
an
argument
and
"
he
yells
louder
than
me
"
and
she
wanted
to
get
a
word
in
edgewise
.
I
think
Maria
is
terrifically
sexy
,
and
this
burst
of
passionate
graffiti
is
only
further
evidence
of
it
.
Interestingly
,
though
,
Giulio
sees
the
scrawled
-
upon
wall
as
a
sure
sign
of
Maria
’
s
repression
,
because
she
wrote
her
curses
against
him
in
Italian
,
and
Italian
is
her
second
language
,
a
language
she
has
to
think
about
for
a
moment
before
she
can
choose
her
words
.
He
said
if
Maria
had
truly
allowed
herself
to
be
overcome
by
anger
-
which
she
never
does
,
because
she
’
s
a
good
Anglo
-
Protestant
-
then
she
would
have
written
all
over
that
wall
in
her
native
English
.
He
says
all
Americans
are
like
this
:
repressed
.
Which
makes
them
dangerous
and
potentially
deadly
when
they
do
blow
up
.
"
A
savage
people
,
"
he
diagnoses
.
