ΠΠ΅Ρ ΠΎΡΠ·ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²
ΠΡΠΏΠΈΠ»ΠΈ 6 ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ
ΠΠ½Π½ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ
| ΠΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ | |
|---|---|
| Π‘ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 318 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄, ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΠΆ | 2019 |
ΠΠ΅ Π² Π½Π°Π»ΠΈΡΠΈΠΈ
ΠΡΠ·ΡΠ²Ρ
0ΠΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ Ρ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ
Brighton, 1957. Inspector Steine rather enjoys his life as a policeman by the sea. No criminals, no crime, no stress.So it's really rather annoying when an ambitious - not to mention irritating - new constable shows up to work and starts investigating a series of burglaries. And it's even more annoying when, after Constable Twitten is despatched to the theatre for the night, he sits next to a vicious theatre critic who is promptly shot dead part way through the opening night of a new play.It seems Brighton may be in need of a police force after all.
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ | 2760527 |
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| ΠΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ | |
| ΠΠ²ΡΠΎΡ | |
| ΠΠΎΠ»-Π²ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 318 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ ΠΈΠ·Π΄Π°Π½ΠΈΡ | 2019 |
| ISBN | 978-1-40-889048-6 |
| Π Π°Π·Π΄Π΅Π» | ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΊΡΠΈΠ². Π’ΡΠΈΠ»Π»Π΅Ρ Π½Π° Π°Π½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ |
| Π Π°Π·ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ | 2 ΡΠΌ Γ 12.8 ΡΠΌ Γ 19.7 ΡΠΌ |
| ΠΠ΅Ρ | 0.23 ΠΊΠ³ |