When you're sad, my Little Star, go out of doors. It's always better underneath the open sky.
Eva IbbotsonAnd so they played some of the world's loveliest piano music - the exiled homesick girl, the humiliated, tired old man. Not properly. Better than that.
Eva IbbotsonShe's like snow in Russian," said Anna. "Snow in the evening when the sun sets and it looks like Alpengluhen, you know? And if snow had a scent it would smell like that [the rose].
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