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Utilisateur anonyme: Very similar, poetic writing style that tries to convey memories of childhood in rural Britain through an imaginative child's eyes.
Un des livres les plus fameux sur le thème de Noël. Tellement grand par son minimalisme, maîtrisé dans sa manière simple et poétique. À lire à voix haute, ensemble, près du sapin. Malheureusement épuisé (disponible à la Grande bibliothèque). ( )
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One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-side corner now out of all sound except the distant speaking of voices I sometimes hear the moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it was twelve days and twelve nights when I was six.
One Christmas was so much like another, in those years around the sea-town corner now and out of all sound except the distant speaking of the voices I sometimes hear a moment before sleep, that I can never remember whether it snowed for six days and six nights when I was twelve or whether it snowed twelve days and twelve nights when I was six. (J. M. Dent ed., 1968).
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But we only called the fire brigade, and soon the fire engine came and three tall men in helmets brought a hose into the house and Mr. Prothero got out just in time before they turned it on. Nobody could have had a noisier Christmas Eve. And when the firemen turned off the hose and were standing in the wet, smoky room, Jim's Aunt, Miss. Prothero, came downstairs and peered in at them. Jim and I waited, very quietly, to hear what she would say to them. She said the right thing, always. She looked at the three tall firemen in their shining helmets, standing among the smoke and cinders and dissolving snowballs, and she said, 'Would you like anything to read?'
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I said some words to the close and holy darknes, and then I slept.
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