As the cortege wound slowly along, the queen whispered in a broken voice, "Here he is," and I knew that her dry eyes were seeing beyond the coffin a little boy in a sailor suit.
She was past weeping, wrapped in the ineffable solitude of grief.
She was past weeping, wrapped in the ineffable solitude of grief.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.
This website focuses on proverbs in the Swedish, Danish and Norwegian languages, and some parts including the links below have not been translated to English. They are mainly FAQs, various information and webpages for improving the collection.