Ktl-icon-tai-lieu

Tiểu thuyết Đám Cưới của Nicholas Sparks

Được đăng lên bởi Kathy Hoang
Số trang: 222 trang   |   Lượt xem: 351 lần   |   Lượt tải: 0 lần
The Wedding

NICHOLAS SPARKS

Prologue
Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character
and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?
It is mid-October 2003, and I ponder these questions as I watch a
moth flail wildly against the porch light. I’m alone outside. Jane, my
wife, is sleeping upstairs and she didn’t stir when I slipped out of bed.
It is late; midnight has come and gone, and there’s a crispness in the
air that holds the promise of an early winter. I’m wearing a heavy
cotton robe, and though I imagined it would be thick enough to keep
the chill at bay, I notice that my hands are trembling before I bury
them in my pockets.
Above me, the stars are specks of silver paint on a charcoal canvas. I
see Orion and the Pleiades, Ursa Major and Corona Borealis, and
think I should be inspired by the realization that I’m not only looking
at the stars, but staring into the past as well. Constellations shine with
light that was emitted aeons ago, and I wait for something to come to
me, words that a poet might use to illuminate life’s mysteries. But
there is nothing.
This doesn’t surprise me. I’ve never considered myself a sentimental
man, and if you asked my wife, I’m sure she would agree. I do not
lose myself in films or plays, I’ve never been a dreamer, and if I
aspire to any form of mastery at all, it is one defined by rules of the
Internal Revenue Service and codified by law. For the most part, my
days and years as an estate lawyer have been spent in the company of
those preparing for their own deaths, and I suppose that some might
say that my life is less meaningful because of this. But even if they’re

right, what can I do? I make no excuses for myself, nor have I ever,
and by the end of my story, I hope you’ll view this quirk of my
character with a forgiving eye. Please don’t misunderstand. I may not
be sentimental, but I’m not completely without emotion, and there are
moments when I’m struck by a deep sense of wonder. It is usually
simple things that I find strangely moving: standing among the giant
sequoias in the Sierra Nevadas, for instance, or watching ocean waves
as they crash together off Cape Hatteras, sending salty plumes into the
sky. Last week, I felt my throat tighten when I watched a young boy
reach for his father’s hand as they strolled down the sidewalk. There
are other things, too: I can sometimes lose track of time when staring
at a sky filled with wind-whipped clouds, and when I hear thunder
rumbling, I alwa...
The Wedding
NICHOLAS SPARKS
Prologue
Is it possible, I wonder, for a man to truly change? Or do character
and habit form the immovable boundaries of our lives?
It is mid-October 2003, and I ponder these questions as I watch a
moth flail wildly against the porch light. I’m alone outside. Jane, my
wife, is sleeping upstairs and she didn’t stir when I slipped out of bed.
It is late; midnight has come and gone, and there’s a crispness in the
air that holds the promise of an early winter. I’m wearing a heavy
cotton robe, and though I imagined it would be thick enough to keep
the chill at bay, I notice that my hands are trembling before I bury
them in my pockets.
Above me, the stars are specks of silver paint on a charcoal canvas. I
see Orion and the Pleiades, Ursa Major and Corona Borealis, and
think I should be inspired by the realization that I’m not only looking
at the stars, but staring into the past as well. Constellations shine with
light that was emitted aeons ago, and I wait for something to come to
me, words that a poet might use to illuminate life’s mysteries. But
there is nothing.
This doesn’t surprise me. I’ve never considered myself a sentimental
man, and if you asked my wife, I’m sure she would agree. I do not
lose myself in films or plays, I’ve never been a dreamer, and if I
aspire to any form of mastery at all, it is one defined by rules of the
Internal Revenue Service and codified by law. For the most part, my
days and years as an estate lawyer have been spent in the company of
those preparing for their own deaths, and I suppose that some might
say that my life is less meaningful because of this. But even if they’re
Tiểu thuyết Đám Cưới của Nicholas Sparks - Trang 2
Để xem tài liệu đầy đủ. Xin vui lòng
Tiểu thuyết Đám Cưới của Nicholas Sparks - Người đăng: Kathy Hoang
5 Tài liệu rất hay! Được đăng lên bởi - 1 giờ trước Đúng là cái mình đang tìm. Rất hay và bổ ích. Cảm ơn bạn!
222 Vietnamese
Tiểu thuyết Đám Cưới của Nicholas Sparks 9 10 436