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ΠΡΠΏΠΈΠ»ΠΈ 11 ΡΠ΅Π»ΠΎΠ²Π΅ΠΊ
ΠΠ½Π½ΠΎΡΠ°ΡΠΈΡ
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| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
| Π‘ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 314 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄, ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΠΆ | 2018 |
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0ΠΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ Ρ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ
JANUARY 1947.London is in ruins, thereβs nothing to eat, and itβs the coldest winter in living memory.To make matters worse, Charlie Grice, one of the great stage actors of the day, has suddenly died. His widow Joan, the wardrobe mistress, is beside herself with grief.Then one night she discovers Griceyβs secret. Plunged into a dark new world, Joan realises that though fascism might hide, it never dies. Her war isnβt over after all.
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| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
| ΠΠΎΠ»-Π²ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 314 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ ΠΈΠ·Π΄Π°Π½ΠΈΡ | 2018 |
| ISBN | 978-1-78-609000-3 |
| Π Π°Π·Π΄Π΅Π» | Π‘ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ·Π° Π½Π° Π°Π½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ |
| Π Π°Π·ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ | 1.8 ΡΠΌ Γ 12.8 ΡΠΌ Γ 19.7 ΡΠΌ |
| ΠΠ΅Ρ | 0.23 ΠΊΠ³ |