Edith Piaf wrote this book for one person – her last husband Theo, who was suitable for her sons (20 years younger!) And to whom she came up with the pseudonym “Sarapo” (in Greek: “I love you”). For his sake, she struggled with a deadly disease, for his sake she went on stage, overcoming unbearable pain, and sang, sang, sang, finishing each concert with a hit “a quoi ca sert l’amour?” (“Why do you need love”). And Paris did not want to believe that this is possible – the disinterested passion of a young handsome man to a dying from cancer, twisted by arthritis, an ugly woman who looked at all 60 at 40. His eyes were called by Alfons, who married a great singer for her glory and money – but he did not not notice insults – he had Edith. When she was bad – he distracted her with ridiculous stories for hours and covered her from the ubiquitous cameras; When she was painful – he carried in his arms, clutching to her chest. He, as he could, tried to protect his “sparrow”, to conquer for her death at least a day, at least …
Author
Piaf Edith
Translator
Pavlishcheva N.
Publisher
Yauza, 2012
Series
The unique autobiography of a woman-epoch
Genre
Culture and art figures
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