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A carregar... Tous les fleuves vont à la mer : Mémoires 1 (original 1995; edição 1994)por Elie Wiesel (Autor)
Informação Sobre a ObraAll Rivers Run to the Sea: Memoirs por Elie Wiesel (1995)
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Pertence a SérieElie Wiesel's Memoirs (Volume 1) Prémios
Wiesel recounts his life's story, from his childhood in the Carpathian mountains, to his imprisonment in Auschwitz and Buchenwald, to his career as a journalist, and winning the Nobel Peace prize. Não foram encontradas descrições de bibliotecas. |
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Google Books — A carregar... GénerosSistema Decimal de Melvil (DDC)813.54Literature English (North America) American fiction 20th Century 1945-1999Classificação da Biblioteca do Congresso dos EUA (LCC)AvaliaçãoMédia:
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Audiobook, performed by the author, who reads with such emotion that I was at times moved to tears.
“Wherever my life took me, a part of me would remain in that street in front of my empty house, awaiting the order to depart. I see my little sister. I see her with her rucksack, so cumbersome, so heavy. I see her and an immense tenderness sweeps over me. Never will her innocent smile fade from my soul, never will her glance cease to sear me. I tried to help her. She protested. Never will the sound of her voice leave my heart. She was thirsty, My little sister was thirsty. Her lips were parched, pearls of sweat formed on her clear forehead. “I can wait,” she said, smiling. My little sister wanted to be brave, and I wanted to die in her place. I seldom speak of her in my writing, for I dare not. My little sister with her sunbathed golden head is my secret.”
For the Twelve Tasks of the Festive Season book challenge, Task the Sixth: The Hanukkah (Let the dreidel choose a book for you: create a list of four books, and assign a dreidel symbol to each one (Nun = miracle; Gimel = great; He = happened; Shin = there, i.e. Israel). Google "spin the dreidel," and a dreidel comes up for you to spin. Give it a spin and read the book that the dreidel chooses!)
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