Слънцето сушеше мокрите лица на къщите срещу прозореца ми. Auteur: Ernest Hemingway Copy Quote More from Ernest Hemingway “The old man looked at him with his sun-burned, confident loving eyes.” “I have a rotten habit of picturing the bedroom scenes of my friends.” “Do you feel better?' he asked.'I feel fine,' she said. 'There's nothing wrong w…” “Be a damn fire eater now. He'd seen it in the war work the same way. More of a …”