ΠΠ΅Ρ ΠΎΡΠ·ΡΠ²ΠΎΠ²
ΠΡΠΏΠΈΠ»ΠΈ 2 ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊΠ°
ΠΠ½Π½ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ
| ΠΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ | |
|---|---|
| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
| Π‘ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 213 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄, ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΠΆ | 2020 |
ΠΠ΅ Π² Π½Π°Π»ΠΈΡΠΈΠΈ
ΠΡΠ·ΡΠ²Ρ
0ΠΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ Ρ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ
Not far from London, there is a village.
This village belongs to the people who live in it and to those who lived in it hundreds of years ago. It belongs to Englands mysterious past and its confounding present.
It belongs to families dead for generations, and to those who have only recently moved here, such as the boy Lanny, and his mum and dad.
But it also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort, who has woken from his slumber in the woods. Dead Papa Toothwort, who is listening to them all.
This village belongs to the people who live in it and to those who lived in it hundreds of years ago. It belongs to Englands mysterious past and its confounding present.
It belongs to families dead for generations, and to those who have only recently moved here, such as the boy Lanny, and his mum and dad.
But it also belongs to Dead Papa Toothwort, who has woken from his slumber in the woods. Dead Papa Toothwort, who is listening to them all.
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ | 2890260 |
|---|---|
| ΠΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ | |
| ΠΠ²ΡΠΎΡ | |
| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
| ΠΠΎΠ»-Π²ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 213 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ ΠΈΠ·Π΄Π°Π½ΠΈΡ | 2020 |
| ISBN | 978-0-571-34029-3 |
| Π Π°Π·Π΄Π΅Π» | Π‘ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ·Π° Π½Π° Π°Π½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ |
| Π Π°Π·ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ | 1.3 ΡΠΌ Γ 13 ΡΠΌ Γ 19.8 ΡΠΌ |
| ΠΠ΅Ρ | 0.19 ΠΊΠ³ |