Master of Women's Hearts

7 hrs. 35 min.

Language Russian

Author Tatyana Garmash-Roffe

Narrator Tatyana Nenarokomova

Description

Ruler of Women’s Souls 02:34:41
Everything is wonderful in the home of the famous writer Jean-François de Larroux. And the house is beautiful, and the roses in the garden are beautiful, and even more beautiful is his young wife Marion! Glory, wealth, love—what else does a person need for happiness?

However, the writer unexpectedly ends his life by suicide. It is simply impossible to believe! But it’s also impossible to assume murder: no one entered his locked study, and no one left it!

All the inhabitants were in front of the locked door, and outsiders could not get in—neither through the windows nor through the chimney!

So what really happened?! A private detective, Remy Dellier, takes on the investigation of this mysterious case.

A Miracle for Nina 01:54:02
A vivid detective story from a top and beloved author. A brief, high-tension plot packed in everything that makes an exciting detective story: an intriguing storyline, a storm of criminal action, and a brilliant ending.

How to Kill Me Better 01:26:11
“The ‘Conference Room No. 5’ was small, for about thirty people, and it reminded one of a school classroom. Small tables with sheets of paper, a pen, and a bottle of water—the publishing house ‘Rococo’ took care of its authors—and a table for the instructor stood opposite.

There was a faint smell of pine—from a huge Christmas tree standing in the foyer—and a coolness lingering in the folds of coats and furs piled on the back free tables. Young and not-so-young women sat down, introducing themselves to one another as they went. The instructor hadn’t arrived yet, and the conference room filled with their free chatter…»

The Snowman 01:24:39
“...Snowball hit straight in the face. It blinded the eyes, clogged the nose.

‘Ah-ah-ah, you are like that!!!’ Natasha screamed, brushing snow off. ‘Well, I’ll show you now!..’

She scooped up a handful of snow—there was so much of it that she didn’t even have to bend much—and expertly molded a snowball: small and dense. She knew these fly faster and hit harder than the loose big ones that Zhenya made, and she aimed…»

Purple February 00:15:52
“Slavik looked out the window. The day was milky-grey and lilac, and thick, wet snowflakes veiled the yard, saturating the shadows with that lilac… Or is it purple? Slavik still wasn’t very good at distinguishing shades. Mom said that ‘lilas’ is lilac in French, but then it turned out that ‘lilac’ comes from the word ‘syringa’ (lilac), and ‘lilac-purple’—from the same… Are they one color or different?! And purple, Mom said, comes from the word ‘violet’—and it’s darker and richer, almost like ink… Slavik had never seen violets or ink, but it felt to him that the very word ‘February’ is purple.”

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