By Kazuo Ishiguro
From the universally acclaimed writer of The is still of the Day comes a enthralling novel of thoroughly unforeseen temper and matter--a seamless, fictional universe, either absolutely unrecognizable and regular. whilst the general public, day by day fact of a popular pianist takes on a lifetime of its personal, he reveals himself traversing landscapes which are via turns eerie, comical, and surprisingly malleable.
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Yet he looked such a decent person— you never could tell. In Sofia Petrovna’s building, too, in apartment 104 oppo site hers, someone was arrested— some Communist or other. T he 33 His room was closed up with red seals on the door. The house manager told Sofia Petrovna about it. In the evenings Sofia Petrovna put on her glasses— she had recently become farsighted— and read the paper out loud to Natasha. The tablecloth was already finished; Natasha was now embroidering a coverlet for Sofia Petrovna’s bed.
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Just think, these scoundrels wanted to murder our beloved ^ Stalin. It was they, it turned out, who had murdered Kirov. They caused explosions in mines and derailed trains. And there was scarcely an establishment in which they hadn’t placed their henchmen. One of the typists in the office, just back from a vacation resort, related that there was a young engineer in the room next to theirs, she sometimes went for walks with him in the park. Then one night a car suddenly drove up and he was arrested: it turned out he was a saboteur.