The Adulterous Woman by Albert Camus She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and
of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart. The author's writing confronts the great philosophical dilemmas of our time with piercing clarity She was waiting, but she didn't know for what. She was aware only of her solitude, and of the penetrating cold, and of a greater weight in the region of her heart. The author's writing confronts the great philosophical dilemmas of our time with piercing clarity
نحن نعمل على تصفية المحتوى من أجل
توفير الكتب بشكل أكثر قانونية ودقة لذلك هذا الكتاب غير متوفر حاليا حفاظا على حقوق
المؤلف ودار النشر.
