- We will send in 10–14 business days.
/images/books/11375849/9781606646281.jpg)
- Author: Anna Sewell
- Publisher: Aegypan
- Year: 2009
- Pages: 172
- ISBN-10: 1606646281
- ISBN-13: 9781606646281
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, kieti viršeliai
- Language: English
- SAVE -10% with code: EXTRA
Black Beauty by Anna Sewell, Fiction, Animals, Horses, Girls & Women (e-book) (used book) | bookbook.eu
Reviews
Description
When Black Beauty was still a colt, her mother called to her, and spoke to her.
"Pay attention," mother said, "to what I tell you: The colts who live here are very good colts, but they are cart-horse colts and of course they have not learned manners. You have been well-bred and well-born; your father has a great name in these parts and your grandfather won the cup two years at the Newmarket races; your grandmother had the sweetest temper of any horse I ever knew and I think you have never seen me kick or bite. I hope you will grow up gentle and good and never learn bad ways; do your work with a good will, lift your feet up well when you trot and never bite or kick even in play. . . ."
They were words the horse was never to forget, no matter how far from that meadow the trail of her life led her -- and it led her very, ver far indeed.
EXTRA 10 % discount with code: EXTRA
The promotion ends in 24d.00:18:04
The discount code is valid when purchasing from 10 €. Discounts do not stack.
- Author: Anna Sewell
- Publisher: Aegypan
- Year: 2009
- Pages: 172
- ISBN-10: 1606646281
- ISBN-13: 9781606646281
- Format: 15.2 x 22.9 x 1.4 cm, kieti viršeliai
- Language: English English
When Black Beauty was still a colt, her mother called to her, and spoke to her.
"Pay attention," mother said, "to what I tell you: The colts who live here are very good colts, but they are cart-horse colts and of course they have not learned manners. You have been well-bred and well-born; your father has a great name in these parts and your grandfather won the cup two years at the Newmarket races; your grandmother had the sweetest temper of any horse I ever knew and I think you have never seen me kick or bite. I hope you will grow up gentle and good and never learn bad ways; do your work with a good will, lift your feet up well when you trot and never bite or kick even in play. . . ."
They were words the horse was never to forget, no matter how far from that meadow the trail of her life led her -- and it led her very, ver far indeed.
Reviews