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The Woman Who Waited
The Woman Who Waited: A Novel | Andre? Makine
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A moving, utterly captivating love story: Romeo and Juliet as if told by Chekhov or Dostoevsky. In a remote Russian village a woman waits, as she has waited for almost three decades, for the man she loves to return. Near the end of World War II, nineteen-year-old Boris Koptek left the village to join the Russian army, swearing to the sixteen-year-old love of his life, Vera, that as soon as he returned they would marry. Young Boris, who with his engineering battalion fought his way almost to Berlin, was reported killed in action crossing the Spree River. But Vera refuses to believe he is dead, and each day, all these years later, faithfully awaits his return. Then one day the narrator arrives in the village, a twenty-six-year-old native of Leningrad, who is fascinated both by the still-beautiful woman and her exemplary story, and little by little he falls madly in love with her. But how can he compete with a ghost that will not die? Beautifully, delicately, but always powerfully, Andre? Makine delineates in masterly prose the movements and madness that constitute the dance of pure love.
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La Femme qui attendait | Andreï Makine
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" ... über Nacht war alles Laub ... abgefallen ... Die entkleideten schwarzen Äste schnitten in das gleißende Himmelsblau ein wie Mauerrisse." Andreï Makine

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La Femme qui attendait | Andreï Makine
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„Woanders wäre mir diese Warterei unerträglich, aber hier wird die Zeit, die dieses Stück Treibholz braucht, nach der Sonne, der eisigen Kälte und einer weiblichen Stimme gemessen, die sich, wenn auch selten, wie die zerstreuten Akkorde einer Melodie in die Atmosphäre einwebt.“Andreï Makine „Die Frau vom Weißen Meer“

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" ... in der Nebelwatte ... Die Bäume tauchten mit dem albtraumartigen Starrsinn von Gespenstern vor uns auf." Andreï Makine - "Die Frau vom Weißen Meer"