Mr Zaharoff
A Victorian Extraordinaire
- Auteur
-
Asher Lewis Stam
- Uitvoering
- Paperback
- Genre
- Romans
- Prijs
- € 20 ,50
- Verzending
- Gratis verzending in Nederland en België
- Levertijd
-
Twee tot vijf werkdagen
(Nederland en België) (Past door brievenbus)
Samenvatting
In the late 1800s, a man of noble blood arrives in Western Europe to start his legacy.
Follow the true story of how he reaches the height of his ambitions and what he is willing to sacrifice to reach those heights.
A book that explores on the one hand, loyalty and hope, and on the other, frustration and war.
Follow the true story of how he reaches the height of his ambitions and what he is willing to sacrifice to reach those heights.
A book that explores on the one hand, loyalty and hope, and on the other, frustration and war.
Over de auteur
Born in Hertfordshire, United Kingdom and later as a teenager moved to The Netherlands. In his free time, he delves into Sociological experiments. Some of his interests are history of antiquities and history around the Victorian Era. He explores life in those times and enjoys telling a powerful story that means a lot to different people.
Productinformatie
- ISBN
- 9789464684841 / 978-94-646-8484-1
- Uitgeverij
- Boekscout
- Verschijning
- 24-02-2023
- Taal
- Engels (Amerikaans)
- Genre
- Romans
- Kwalificaties
- 19e eeuw, ca. 1800 tot ca. 1899 Engels
- Uitvoering
- Paperback
- Pagina's
- 158
- Formaat
- 12,5 x 20 cm
- Illustraties
- Nee
Inkijk
Mr John Burrows, was a builder. Life was long and strenuous and although he was tired after labouring hard the whole day, he felt mainly energised.
If you were able to set an eye on Mr Burrows amidst his hectic schedule, the chances would be high of finding him busy, repairing woodwork for some outer walls or hammering beams of timber hanging on ropes from the ceiling of a church building.
Specialising in restoration work for churches, chapels and cathedrals, the local builder was proud of what he did and had amassed tools aplenty for his extensive shed. An enterprise of lumberjacks sawed timbers for him as he expanded business. Acquiring a royal project such as Temple Church with its leaning tower was a prospect he dreamed of working on one day.
Mr Burrows was especially pleased with the busy town centre, gaining much satisfaction in improving the pious properties. Considering he embraced a charitable spirit with religious zeal, it was understandable how appalled he grew when he heard from his daughter that she had once learnt at school that piles of dead bodies had been stacked up at All Saints Church during the Black Death in the fourteenth century of our Lord. How glad Mr Burrows was to have been born in an era of enlightenment! He would never venture into the ports of town, where large ships and schooners with vast sets of sails poured in and out. For he regarded the docks as a haven for filth where intoxicated sailors would pollute the land with their dirty ways and sinful rowdiness.
Freshened up in a set of neat, clean clothes, he made his way downstairs, at which he heard a knock at the front door. 'Look,' they exclaimed to Emily in unison. 'Your wedding dress.'
If you were able to set an eye on Mr Burrows amidst his hectic schedule, the chances would be high of finding him busy, repairing woodwork for some outer walls or hammering beams of timber hanging on ropes from the ceiling of a church building.
Specialising in restoration work for churches, chapels and cathedrals, the local builder was proud of what he did and had amassed tools aplenty for his extensive shed. An enterprise of lumberjacks sawed timbers for him as he expanded business. Acquiring a royal project such as Temple Church with its leaning tower was a prospect he dreamed of working on one day.
Mr Burrows was especially pleased with the busy town centre, gaining much satisfaction in improving the pious properties. Considering he embraced a charitable spirit with religious zeal, it was understandable how appalled he grew when he heard from his daughter that she had once learnt at school that piles of dead bodies had been stacked up at All Saints Church during the Black Death in the fourteenth century of our Lord. How glad Mr Burrows was to have been born in an era of enlightenment! He would never venture into the ports of town, where large ships and schooners with vast sets of sails poured in and out. For he regarded the docks as a haven for filth where intoxicated sailors would pollute the land with their dirty ways and sinful rowdiness.
Freshened up in a set of neat, clean clothes, he made his way downstairs, at which he heard a knock at the front door. 'Look,' they exclaimed to Emily in unison. 'Your wedding dress.'
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