Name: the hero (en Inglés)
Price: 66557.00 COP
Availability: InStock
Author: Maugham, W. Somerset
ISBN: 9781463800444

Formato

Libro Físico

Autor

W. Somerset Maugham

Editorial

Aegypan

Año

2011

Idioma

Inglés

N° páginas

186

Encuadernación

Tapa Blanda

Dimensiones

22.9 x 15.2 x 1.1 cm

Peso

0.28 kg.

ISBN

1463800444

ISBN13

9781463800444

Categorías

Ficción clásica
Ficción histórica
Tema narrativo: vida interior

the hero (en Inglés)

W. Somerset Maugham (Autor) · Aegypan · Tapa Blanda

Libro Nuevo Importado

Envío: 16 a 21 días háb.

$ 147.905$ 66.557

-55%

Costos de importación incluídos en el precio ✅

Libro Nuevo

Quedan 50 unidades

$ 66.557

Llega entre el 31 Ago y el 08 Sep a Bogota, Cundinamarca. Seleccionar ubicación

Agregar a lista de deseos

Reseña del libro "the hero (en Inglés)"

"We were sent to take an unoccupied hill. Our maxim was that a hill is always unoccupied unless the enemy are actually firing from it. Of course, the place was chock full of Boers; they waited till we had come within easy range for a toy-pistol, and then fired murderously. We did all we could. We tried to storm the place, but we hadn't a chance. Men tumbled down like nine-pins. I've never seen anything like it. The order was given to fire, and there was nothing to fire at but the naked rocks. We had to retire -- we couldn't do anything else; and presently I found that poor Larcher had been wounded. Well, I thought he couldn't be left where he was, so I went back for him. I asked him if he could move. 'No, ' he said, 'I think I'm hurt in the leg.' I knelt down and bandaged him up as well as I could. He was simply bleeding like a pig; and meanwhile brother Boer potted at us for all he was worth. 'How d'you feel?' I asked. 'Bit dicky; but comfortable. I didn't funk it, did I?' 'No, of course not, you juggins!' I said. 'Can you walk, d'you think?' 'I'll try.' I lifted him up and put my arm round him, and we got along for a bit; then he became awfully white and groaned, 'I do feel so bad, Parsons, ' and then he fainted. So I had to carry him; and we went a bit farther, and then--and then I was hit in the arm. 'I say, I can't carry you now, ' I said; 'for God's sake, buck up.' He opened his eyes, and I prevented him from falling. 'I think I can stand, ' he said, and as he spoke a bullet got him in the neck, and his blood splashed over my face. He gave a gasp and died."