Here is a fun French rock song that is kind of about Mozart! I have a secret love for French music and this is one of my favorites from this album! Enjoy!
Louis L’amour is a peculiar writer. He is known for his westerns but description does now suit him well. Tho book in particular is an insightful look into inter relations between Russians and Americans. It is a testament that our differences as countries are an illusion. L’amour brought into perspective how it is individuals who show the true, unqiue characters of the countries they love in.
Anyway, this was a most intriging look into Cold war history without bias. L’amour is truly a great historian and writer.
“You’re a good woman,’ he said. I shall pray for you and yours.’
‘Pray is it? A long time since I’ve heard of that. Not since I was a small girl and we had churches where I lived, and priests. Well, pray if you will. I could do with a few prayers. Now be off with you, and if you say you have seen me, I shall say you lied.’
‘Of course. He smiled suddenly. ‘But don’t forget there’s a man walking away who will hold a place for you in his memory.'”
“When you get back to America will you think of me?’
‘How could I forget you?’ He said, and was startled at the words. Now why did he say that?
‘It is very far. Everyone will be against you.’
‘How could it be otherwise? If our people and your people could sit down together and talk about our families, their farms, and their jobs, I think there would be no trouble.
‘It is our governments that are continually fencing for position, each trying to gain some advantage.
Russia does not trust its own people. They have built a walk to keep them in …'”- Louis L’amour
I had never read this story until a few days ago and I have only one regret; that I can not go back and read it again as a child. It was a beautiful story. I highly recommend it.
“We look not at the things which are what you would call seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporal. But the things which are not seen are eternal.” -Madeleine L’Engle