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A Gentleman in Moscow by Amor Towles
4.0
There was a man - a gentleman. He had a friend. They were two tigers of different stripes.
There was a Count. There was a Country. The Country prevailed. But, not for long.
There was a nine-year-old. Then a six-year-old came around. The sixty-year-old gentleman loved them both as a father would.
There was a Hotel. It had a maître d'hôtel, a chef, and a waiter. A rare friendship blossomed among the trio.
A Gentleman in Moscow is a story of friendship. One of unwavering loyalty.
It is a story of love. One of unquestionable loyalty.
It is a story of beauty. Beauty that needs one to open his or her inner eyes.
It is a story of circumstances. The story of a man who did not let his circumstances master him, instead he mastered them.
There was a Gentleman in Moscow. He was kept under house arrest, or rather 'hotel arrest'. But, he lived a life better than most who had the freedom to move and breathe in the fresh spring air of Moscow.
Now let me bring the two hind legs of my tilted chair back to the ground, put down my one foot on the study table, and exhale heavily. For it is not always that one can imagine a character like Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov - in real life or as a fictional character.
There was a Count. There was a Country. The Country prevailed. But, not for long.
There was a nine-year-old. Then a six-year-old came around. The sixty-year-old gentleman loved them both as a father would.
There was a Hotel. It had a maître d'hôtel, a chef, and a waiter. A rare friendship blossomed among the trio.
A Gentleman in Moscow is a story of friendship. One of unwavering loyalty.
It is a story of love. One of unquestionable loyalty.
It is a story of beauty. Beauty that needs one to open his or her inner eyes.
It is a story of circumstances. The story of a man who did not let his circumstances master him, instead he mastered them.
There was a Gentleman in Moscow. He was kept under house arrest, or rather 'hotel arrest'. But, he lived a life better than most who had the freedom to move and breathe in the fresh spring air of Moscow.
Now let me bring the two hind legs of my tilted chair back to the ground, put down my one foot on the study table, and exhale heavily. For it is not always that one can imagine a character like Count Alexander Ilyich Rostov - in real life or as a fictional character.