“It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.”
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<b>From the acclaimed author of <i>All Quiet on the Western Front</i> comes <i>Three Comrades, </i>a harrowing novel that follows a group of friends as they cope with upheaval in Germany between World Wars I and II.</b><br> <b> </b><br> The year is 1928. On the outskirts of a large German city, three young men are earning a thin and precarious living. Fully armed young storm troopers swagger in the streets. Restlessness, poverty, and violence are everywhere. For these three, friendship is the only refuge from the chaos around them. Then the youngest of them falls in love, and brings into the group a young woman who will become a comrade as well, as they are all tested in ways they can have never imagined.<br> <br> Written with the same overwhelming simplicity and directness that made <i>All Quiet on the Western Front </i>a classic, <i>Three Comrades </i>portrays the greatness of the human spirit, manifested through characters who must find the inner resources to live in a world they did not make, but must endure.<br> <b> </b><br> <b>“The world has a great writer in Erich Maria Remarque. He is a craftsman of unquestionably first rank, a man who can bend language to his will. Whether he writes of men or of inanimate nature, his touch is sensitive, firm, and sure.”—<i>The New York Times Book Review</i></b>
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Erich Maria Remarque
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“It was a melancholy secret that reality can arouse desires but never satisfy them.”
“Sometimes I used to think that one day i should wake up, and all that had been would be over. forgotten, sunk, drowned. Nothing was sure - not even memory.”
“It's only terrible to have nothing to wait for.”
“- Srećna sam! Stojao sam i gledao je. Bila je to samo jedna reč, ali reč koju još nikada nisam ovako čuo. Poznavao sam žene, ali su to uvek bili prolazni susreti i doživljaji... Jedan čas zb...”
“- Никогда, Робби, не стремись знать слишком много! Чем меньше знаешь, тем проще живется. Знание делает человека свободным, но и несчастным. Давай выпьем за наивность, за глупость и все, что...”
“- Ты хочешь знать, как быть, если сделал что-то не так? Отвечаю, детка: никогда не проси прощения. Ничего не говори. Посылай цветы. Без писем. Только цветы. Они покрывают все. Даже могилы.”