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A carregar... My Father's Glory (1957)por Marcel Pagnol
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The enchanting story of Marcel Pagnol's childhood in the south of France, and a very special summer when he was 11 years old. In the countryside of Provence he fell under the spell of the rugged hills, made new friends and strengthened the unique bond with his father. Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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07/05/2017 - Si l’auteur de ces lignes avait du talent littéraire, il tenterait d’écrire l’accent provençal ; mais il n’en a pas. Alors il vous recommande de vous plonger dans l’enfance provençale de Pagnol !