Симона де Бовуар – She Came to Stay (страница 1)
SIMONE DE BEAUVOIR
Translated by Yvonne Moyse
and Roger Senhouse
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Previously published in paperback by Flamingo 1984 and by Fontana 1975
This translation first published jointly by Seeker & Warburg
and Lindsay Drummond 1949
First published in France by Editions Gallimard under the title
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Finding a Voice by Louise Tucker
The Pain of Freedom by Fay Weldon
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Françoise raised her eyes. Gerbert’s fingers were flicking about over the keyboard of his typewriter, and he was glaring at his copy of the manuscript; he looked exhausted. Françoise herself was sleepy; but there was something intimate about her own weariness, something cosy. The black rings under Gerbert’s eyes worried her, his face was haggard and tense; he almost looked his full twenty years.
‘Don’t you think we ought to stop?’ she asked.