and so the man who called to her was simultaneously a stranger and a member of the secret brotherhood. He called to her in a kind voice, and Tereza felt her soul rushing up to the surface through her blood vessels.
Milan KunderaAbout author
- Author's profession: Writer
- Nationality: czechoslovakian
- Born: April 1, 1929
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