The Doll (novel)
The Doll (Polish title: Lalka) is the second of four major novels by the Polish writer Bolesław Prus (real name Aleksander Głowacki). It was composed for periodical serialization in 1887-89 and appeared in book form in 1890.
The Doll has been regarded by some, including Nobel laureate Czesław Miłosz, as the greatest Polish novel. According to Prus biographer Zygmunt Szweykowski, it may be unique in 19th-century world literature as a comprehensive, compelling picture of an entire society.
While The Doll takes its fortuitous title from a minor episode involving a stolen toy, readers commonly assume that it refers to the principal female character, the young aristocrat Izabela Łęcka. Prus had originally intended to name the book Three Generations.
The Doll has been translated into twenty languages, and has been produced in several film versions and as a television miniseries.
Structure
The Doll, covering one and a half years of present time, comprises two parallel narratives. One opens with events of 1878 and recounts the career of the protagonist, Stanisław Wokulski, a man in early middle age. The other narrative, in the guise of a diary kept by Wokulski's older friend Ignacy Rzecki, takes the reader back to the 1848-49 "Spring of Nations."
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La Loca
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La loca está revuelta
la loca anda de vuelta
ella no está jugando
sabe pa' donde va
La loca está revuelta
la loca anda de vuelta
ella no está jugando
sabe pa' donde va
Estoy loca porque, mi cielo
me gusta tu boca
dulce pecado que me provoca
sólo tus labios quiero besar
mu, mu, mu, mu, mua
Y así toda la noche
pasar junto a tí
es que a tu lado
me siento crazy
vivo loquita, loquita por tí,
ay papito sí
La loca está revuelta
la loca anda de vuelta
ella no está jugando
sabe pa' donde va
La loca está revuelta
la loca anda de vuelta
ella no está jugando
sabe pa' donde va
Yo sigo toda mi vida
soñando contigo
no ando jugando con mi destino
por eso, baby, vente pa' ca
que yo te voy a amar
Estoy loca porque, mi cielo
me gusta tu boca
dulce pecado que me provoca
sólo tus labios quiero besar
mu, mu, mu, mu, mua
La loca está revuelta
la loca anda de vuelta
ella no está jugando
sabe pa' donde va
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la loca anda de vuelta
ella no está jugando
sabe pa' donde va
Mira pa' ya, que allá viene la loca
mira pa' ya, que allá viene a ensayar
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Está loca, está loca
está loca, está loca
está loca, está loca
que viene pa' ca