Книги автора Ян Флеминг
Ян Флеминг
“It was one of those Septembers when it seemed that the summer would never end.
The five-mile promenade of Royale-les-Eaux, backed by trim l…
“It was one of those Septembers when it seemed that the summer would never end.
The five-mile promenade of Royale-les-Eaux, backed by trim l…
Ян Флеминг
«James Bond, with two double bourbons inside him, sat in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about life and death.
It wa…
«James Bond, with two double bourbons inside him, sat in the final departure lounge of Miami Airport and thought about life and death.
It wa…
Ян Флеминг
«THERE are moments of great luxury in the life of a secret agent. There are assignments on which he is required to act the part of a very ri…
«THERE are moments of great luxury in the life of a secret agent. There are assignments on which he is required to act the part of a very ri…
Ян Флеминг
«It was one of those days when it seemed to James Bond that all life, as someone put it, was nothing but a heap of six to four against.
To b…
«It was one of those days when it seemed to James Bond that all life, as someone put it, was nothing but a heap of six to four against.
To b…
Ян Флеминг
«With its two fighting claws held forward like a wrestler’s arms the big pandinus scorpion emerged with a dry rustle from the finger-sized h…
«With its two fighting claws held forward like a wrestler’s arms the big pandinus scorpion emerged with a dry rustle from the finger-sized h…
Ян Флеминг
«Punctually at six o’clock the sun set with a last yellow flash behind the Blue Mountains, a wave of violet shadow poured down Richmond Road…
«Punctually at six o’clock the sun set with a last yellow flash behind the Blue Mountains, a wave of violet shadow poured down Richmond Road…
