📘 ❞ The Street Lawyer ❝ رواية ــ John Grisham اصدار 1998
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█ _ John Grisham 1998 حصريا رواية The Street Lawyer عن New York : Doubleday 2024 Lawyer : Lawyer The old black man got into the elevator behind me He smelled of smoke and cheap wine and life on streets without soap His beard hair were half gray very dirty was wearing sunglasses, a long coat hung down co his knees He looked fat, probably because he had all clothes In winter in Washington street people wear their rime They can't leave any at home, they don't have home The didn't belong here Everything expensive 400 lawyers in building, who worked for Drake & Sweeney, were paid an unbelievable amount money I knew that Sweeney lawyer myself stopped six hadn't pushed an button When I stepped out turned right, followed heavy, wooden door of big meeting room There eight lawyers table inside all looked surprised looking me, so My friend from the elevator standing there pointing gun Stories novels مجاناً PDF اونلاين هذا القسم يحتوي علي العديد من القصص والروايات باللغة الإنجليزية This section contains many stories English (Stories novels) والروايات: الرواية هي سرد نثري طويل يصف شخصيات خيالية أو واقعية وأحداثاً شكل قصة متسلسلة كما أنها أكبر الأجناس القصصية حيث الحجم وتعدد الشخصيات وتنوع الأحداث وقد ظهرت أوروبا بوصفها جنساً أدبياً مؤثراً القرن الثامن عشر والرواية حكاية تعتمد السرد بما فيه وصف وحوار وصراع بين وما ينطوي عليه ذلك تأزم وجدل وتغذيه A novel is relatively work narrative fiction, normally written prose form, which typically published as book present English word fiction derives Italian novella "new", "news", or "short story something new", itself Latin novella, singular noun use neuter plural novellus, diminutive novus, meaning "new" Walter Scott made distinction between novel, (as saw it) "events are accommodated to ordinary train human events modern state society" romance, defined "a fictitious verse; interest turns upon marvellous uncommon incidents"
The Street Lawyer
The old black man got into the elevator behind me. He smelled of smoke and
cheap wine and life on the streets without soap. His beard and hair were
half-gray and very dirty. He was wearing sunglasses, and a long dirty coat hung
down co his knees.
He looked fat, probably because he had all his clothes on. In the winter in
Washington the street people wear all their clothes all the rime. They can't leave
any of their clothes at home, because they don't have a home.
The old man didn't belong here. Everything here was expensive. The 400
lawyers in the building, who all worked for Drake & Sweeney, were paid an
unbelievable amount of money. I knew that because I was a Drake & Sweeney
lawyer myself.
The elevator stopped at six. The man hadn't pushed an elevator button. When
I stepped out and turned right, he followed me. I pushed the heavy, wooden door
of a big meeting room. There were eight lawyers at the table inside and they all
looked surprised. They were looking behind me, so I turned. My friend from the
elevator was standing there. He was pointing a gun at me.
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