автордың кітабынан сөз тіркестері  Шоколад. Chocolat

Joanne Harris

Let him run awhile without worrying what would happen if he fell over. Let him loose. Let him breathe.”

crepe-covered char

collars and cuffs

village flares into transient brightness

There is a febrile excitement in the crowds which line the narrow main street, necks craning to catch sight of the crepe-covered char with its trailing ribbons and paper rosettes.

a procession of two hundred and fifty of the decorated chars in Paris last Mardi Gras, a

confetti sleeting down collars

greasy scents of frying

lay aside the burden

Sheep are not the docile, pleasant creatures of the pastoral idyll