Smile Though Your Heart Is Breaking. Pauline Prescott
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Название: Smile Though Your Heart Is Breaking

Автор: Pauline Prescott

Издательство: HarperCollins

Жанр: Биографии и Мемуары

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isbn: 9780007337767

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      Smile Though Your Heart Is Breaking

      Pauline Prescott

      with Wendy Holden

      

      This book is dedicated to John, the memory of my parents, and for my three wonderful boys: Paul, Johnathan, and David; and for my beautiful granddaughter Ava Grace

      Smile, though your heart is aching

      

      Smile, even though it’s breaking

      When there are clouds in the sky

      

      You’ll get by

      

      If you smile

      

      Through your fear and sorrow

      

      Smile and maybe tomorrow

      

      You’ll see the sun come shining through

      

      For you

      

      Light up your face with gladness

      Hide every trace of sadness

      

      Although a tear may be ever so near

      That’s the time you must keep on trying

      

      Smile, what’s the use of crying

      

      You’ll find that life is still worthwhile

      

      If you just smile

      (John Turner and Geoffrey Parsons)

      Table of Contents

       Cover Page

       Title Page

       Dedication

       Epigraph

       Seven

       Eight

       Nine

       Ten

       Eleven

       Twelve

       Thirteen

       Fourteen

       Fifteen

       Sixteen

       Seventeen

       Eighteen

       Nineteen

       Twenty

       Twenty-One

       Twenty-Two

       Twenty-Three

       Twenty-Four

       Twenty-Five

       Epilogue

       Acknowledgments

       Copyright

       About the Publisher

       Prologue

      I LAY ON MY NARROW METAL-FRAMED BED, HANDS ACROSS MY TUMMY, AND felt the life inside me stir. Relishing the silence of the dawn, I knew that Sister Joan Augustine would burst into the dormitory any minute, clanging her bell to get us up and bathed for morning prayers.

      It was 25 December 1955. Enjoying a few more seconds’ peace, I allowed my mind to drift back to the fifteen СКАЧАТЬ