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Red Sky At Noon

Red Sky At Noon

Dátum vydania: 13.07.2017
The black earth was already baking and the sun was just rising when they mounted their horses and rode across the grasslands towards the horizon on fire...-. Imprisoned in the Gulags for a crime he did not commit, Benya Golden joins a penal battalion made up of Cossacks and convicts to fight the Nazis. He enrols in the Russian cavalry, and on a hot summer day in July ...
Bežná cena knihy: 21,94 €
Naša cena knihy: 21,72 €
Ušetríte: 1 %
Zasielame: Vypredané
Detaily o knihe
Počet strán: 397
Rozmer: 153x234x30 mm
Hmotnosť: 540 g
Jazyk: Anglicky
EAN: 9781780894737
Rok vydania: 2017
Žáner: Angličtina - beletrie
Typ: Paperback
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O knihe
The black earth was already baking and the sun was just rising when they mounted their horses and rode across the grasslands towards the horizon on fire...-. Imprisoned in the Gulags for a crime he did not commit, Benya Golden joins a penal battalion made up of Cossacks and convicts to fight the Nazis. He enrols in the Russian cavalry, and on a hot summer day in July 1942, he and his band of brothers are sent on a desperate mission behind enemy lines. Switching between Benya's war in the grasslands of Southern Russia, and Stalin's plans in the Kremlin, between Benya's intense affair with an Italian nurse and a romance between Stalin's daughter and a journalist also on the Eastern Front, this is a sweeping story of passion, bravery and human survival where personal betrayal is a constant companion, and death just a hearbeat away. -A master storyteller - his fiction is compelling-. (GQ). -A natural storyteller who brings his encycolopedic knowledge of Russian history to life in language that glittlers like the ice of St Petersburg.- (Washington Post).