The Forgotten Village
Книга "The Forgotten Village", автором которой является Lorna Cook, представляет собой захватывающую работу в жанре Современная зарубежная литература. В этом произведении автор рассказывает увлекательную историю, которая не оставит равнодушными читателей.
Автор мастерски воссоздает атмосферу напряженности и интриги, погружая читателя в мир загадок и тайн, который скрывается за хрупкой поверхностью обыденности. С прекрасным чувством языка и виртуозностью сюжетного развития, Lorna Cook позволяет читателю погрузиться в сложные эмоциональные переживания героев и проникнуться их судьбами. Cook настолько живо и точно передает неповторимые нюансы человеческой психологии, что каждая страница книги становится путешествием в глубины человеческой души.
"The Forgotten Village" - это не только захватывающая история, но и искусство, проникнутое глубокими мыслями и философскими размышлениями. Это произведение призвано вызвать у читателя эмоциональные отклики, задуматься о важных жизненных вопросах и открыть новые горизонты восприятия мира.
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THE FORGOTTEN VILLAGE
Lorna Cook
Published by AVON
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First published in Great Britain by HarperCollinsPublishers 2019
Copyright © Lorna Cook 2019
Cover design by Becky Glibbery © HarperCollins Publishers 2019
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Source ISBN: 9780008321857
Ebook Edition © [month] 2019 ISBN: 9780008321864
Version: 2019-02-22
Contents
Copyright
Dedication
Prologue: Tyneham, Dorset, December 1943
Chapter 1: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4: Tyneham, December 1943
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 9
Chapter 10: Tyneham, December 1943
Chapter 11: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 12: Tyneham, December 1943
Chapter 13
Chapter 14: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 15: Tyneham, December 1943
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22: Tyneham, December 1943
Chapter 23: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 24
Chapter 25: Tyneham, December 1943
Chapter 26: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Chapter 32
Chapter 33
Chapter 34
Chapter 35: Tyneham, December 1943
Chapter 36: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 37: Tyneham, December 1943
Chapter 38: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 39: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 40
Chapter 41
Chapter 42: Tyneham, December 1943
Chapter 43: Dorset, July 2018
Chapter 44
Chapter 45: Requisition Day, December 1943
Chapter 46: Dorset, Autumn 2019
Epilogue: Scotland, December 1948
Author’s Note
Acknowledgements
About the Author
About the Publisher
Lady Veronica stood shivering in front of the crowd of over two hundred faces in the village square. She desperately hoped none of them had heard the events of last night. Each one of the villagers was a familiar face, and each looked expectantly at her and the handsome man at her side, who was gripping her hand so tightly it hurt. He was expected to say something; a few words of encouragement were all the villagers needed to assure them that they were doing the right thing. It was something they could be proud of – leaving the village, giving it over to the war effort for the troops to use for training. They were doing something that would go down in the history books as an act of incredible sacrifice for the war and for their country.
‘Sir Albert?’ the vicar prompted, indicating it was time to speak.
The man at her side nodded. He stepped forward a few paces and Veronica moved with him. He gripped her hand tighter. Her fingers felt the thick gold band of the wedding ring he was wearing and she shuddered.
Feeling dizzy, she put her free hand to the back of her head to touch the large lump that had formed. She had managed to wash away most of the blood – of which there had been plenty – but a few traces of thick, oozing red liquid still appeared on her fingers when she pulled them out of her hair. She wiped it off on the black fabric of her dress. Black for mourning. She felt it appropriate given that today marked the death of the village.
He looked down at her, adjusting his grip, his expression blank, as if to check she was still there, as if he still couldn’t quite believe what was happening. And then he looked back towards the crowd to speak.
‘Today is a historic day,’ he started. ‘Today the people of Tyneham sacrifice our village for the good of the nation; for the good of the war. We leave, not forever, but until this war is won. We leave together, united in our separation, united in our displacement. This war will only be won by good deeds carried out by good people. You are not alone in sacrificing your home and your livelihood. Each tenant farmer, each shopkeeper, every man, woman and child, including us at Tyneham House – we are all in this together. And when this war is won, we will return together.’
