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| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
| Π‘ΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 242 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄, ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΠΆ | 2019 |
ΠΠ΅ Π² Π½Π°Π»ΠΈΡΠΈΠΈ
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0ΠΠΏΠΈΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅ ΠΈ Ρ Π°ΡΠ°ΠΊΡΠ΅ΡΠΈΡΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ
An unforgettable depiction of the psychological impact of war by a young Iraq veteran and poet, The Yellow Birds is already being hailed as a modern classic.
Everywhere John looks, he sees Murph. He flinches when cars drive past. His fingers clasp around the rifle he hasnt held for months. Wide-eyed strangers praise him as a hero, but he can feel himself disappearing. Back home after a year in Iraq, memories swarm around him: bodies burning in the crisp morning air. Sunlight falling through branches; bullets kicking up dust; ripples on a pond wavering like plucked strings. The promise he made, to a young mans mother, that her son would be brought home safely.
Everywhere John looks, he sees Murph. He flinches when cars drive past. His fingers clasp around the rifle he hasnt held for months. Wide-eyed strangers praise him as a hero, but he can feel himself disappearing. Back home after a year in Iraq, memories swarm around him: bodies burning in the crisp morning air. Sunlight falling through branches; bullets kicking up dust; ripples on a pond wavering like plucked strings. The promise he made, to a young mans mother, that her son would be brought home safely.
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ | 2711463 |
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| ΠΠ·Π΄Π°ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡΡΠ²ΠΎ | |
| ΠΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»Π΅Ρ | ΠΡΠ³ΠΊΠΈΠΉ ΠΏΠ΅ΡΠ΅ΠΏΠ»ΡΡ |
| ΠΠΎΠ»-Π²ΠΎ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡ | 242 |
| ΠΠΎΠ΄ ΠΈΠ·Π΄Π°Π½ΠΈΡ | 2019 |
| ISBN | 978-1-4447-5614-2 |
| Π Π°Π·Π΄Π΅Π» | Π‘ΠΎΠ²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΠ΅Π½Π½Π°Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΠ·Π° Π½Π° Π°Π½Π³Π»ΠΈΠΉΡΠΊΠΎΠΌ |
| Π Π°Π·ΠΌΠ΅ΡΡ | 1.7 ΡΠΌ Γ 13 ΡΠΌ Γ 19.5 ΡΠΌ |
| ΠΠ΅Ρ | 0.19 ΠΊΠ³ |