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Åëèçàáåò Ãèëáåðò "Åñòü, ìîëèòüñÿ, ëþáèòü" íà àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå |
Íåäàâíî ïåðå÷èòàëà êíèãó Åëèçàáåò Ãèëáåðò "Åñòü, ìîëèòüñÿ, ëþáèòü". Ñðàçó âëþáèëàñü â Ðèì, çàõîòåëà çàíÿòüñÿ éîãîé è ïîæèòü íà Áàëè =))) Ñâàäåáíîå ïóòåøåñòâèå èç Èñïàíèè ïåðåíåñëà â Èòàëèþ è íàøëà çàïûëèâøèåñÿ äèñêè ñ éîãîé.
Ïî÷åðïíóëà ïàðó ïîëåçíûõ ðàçãîâîðíûõ ôðàç íà èòàëüÿíñêîì è ðàçáóäèëà æàæäó ïóòåøåâñòâèé ñ æåëàíèåì óåäèíåíèÿ è ïîëó÷åíèÿ óäîâîëüñòâèÿ îò æèçíè =) ÑÎÂÅÒÓÞ!
À âîò êèíî ñîâñåì íå ïîíðàâèëîñü - ñêó÷íî è ìàëî... à æàëü!
Îñîáåííî áóäåò ïîëåçíî ïðî÷èòàòü ýòó êíèãó â îðèãèíàëå íà àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå - êðûëàòûå ðàçãîâîðíûå ôðàçû è ãðàìîòíûé ÿçûê ðàñòåðåáÿò ïàìÿòü è ïîìîãóò âñïîìíèòü àíãëèéñêèé ïåðåä äîëãîæäàííûì ïóòåøåñòâèåì =)) Åñòü â íàøåì ìàãàçèíå book-days íà àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå â ðàçäåëå íåàäàïòèðîâàííîé ëèòåðàòóðû.
Eat, Pray, Love
It’s 3 a.m. and Elizabeth Gilbert is sobbing on the bathroom floor. She’s in her thirties, she has a husband, a house, they’re trying for a baby – and she doesn’t want any of it. A divorce and a turbulent love affair later, she emerges battered and bewildered and realises it is time to pursue her own journey in search of three things she has been missing: pleasure, devotion and balance. So she travels to Rome, where she learns Italian from handsome, brown-eyed identical twins and gains twenty-five pounds, an ashram in India, where she finds that enlightenment entails getting up in the middle of the night to scrub the temple floor, and Bali where a toothless medicine man of indeterminate age offers her a new path to peace: simply sit still and smile. And slowly happiness begins to creep up on her.
Åñòü, Ìîëèòüñÿ, Ëþáèòü.
Ê òðèäöàòè ãîäàì ó Ýëèçàáåò Ãèëáåðò áûëî âñå, ÷åãî ìîæåò æåëàòü ñîâðåìåííàÿ, îáðàçîâàííàÿ, àìáèöèîçíàÿ æåíùèíà - ìóæ, çàãîðîäíûé äîì, óñïåøíàÿ êàðüåðà, íî... Ïåðåæèâ ðàçâîä, äåïðåññèþ è î÷åðåäíóþ ëþáîâíóþ íåóäà÷ó, îíà ïîíèìàåò, ÷òî âñå åå ïðåæíèå ïðåäñòàâëåíèÿ î ñåáå áûëè îøèáî÷íûìè.
×òîáû ñíîâà îáðåñòè ñåáÿ, Ýëèçàáåò ðåøàåòñÿ íà ðàäèêàëüíûé øàã: ïðîäàåò âñå, ÷åì âëàäååò, ðàññòàåòñÿ ñî ñâåì, ÷òî ëþáèëà, è îòïðàâëÿåòñÿ â ïóòåøåñòâèå. Íà öåëûé ãîä.  ïîëíîì îäèíî÷åñòâå... Ïî Èòàëèè, Èíäèè è Èíäîíåçèè..
Ìèðîâîé áåñòñåëëåð â îðèãèíàëå. Êíèãà íà àíãëèéñêîì ÿçûêå.
"Åñòü, ìîëèòüñÿ, ëþáèòü" - çàõâàòûâàþùàÿ õðîíèêà îäíîãî ãîäà èç æèçíè æåíùèíû, ðåøèâøåé óïðàâëÿòü ñîáñòâåííîé æèçíüþ...
... Êíèãà íå ïðîñòî íàïèñàíà îòëè÷íûì ÿçûêîì, îíà çàâîðàæèâàåò...
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