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The Gardener (Cód: 9673692)

Tagore, Rabindranath; Rabindranath Tagore

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She dwelt on the hillside by the edge of a maize-field, near the spring that flows in laughing rills through the solemn shadows of ancient trees. The women came there to fill their jars, and travellers would sit there to rest and talk. She worked and dreamed daily to the tune of the bubbling stream.

One evening the stranger came down from the cloud-hidden peak; his locks were tangled like drowsy snakes. We asked in wonder, "Who are you?" He answered not but sat by the garrulous stream and silently gazed at the hut where she dwelt. Our hearts quaked in fear and we came back home when it was night.

Next morning when the women came to fetch water at the spring by the deodar trees, they found the doors open in her hut, but her voice was gone and where was her smiling face? The empty jar lay on the floor and her lamp had burnt itself out in the corner. No one knew where she had fled to before it was morning—and the stranger had gone.

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Marca EBOOKIT.COM
Cód. Barras 9781456618711
Acabamento e-book
Início da Venda 11/07/2013
Idioma 337
Número de Páginas 36 (aproximado)
Ano da Publicação 113
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AutorTagore, Rabindranath; Rabindranath Tagore