Ester primavera: y otros cuentos. Front Cover. Roberto Arlt. Editorial Signos, – 87 pages Bibliographic information. QR code for Ester primavera. Download Roberto Arlt, Ester Short Description. Download Roberto Arlt, Ester Description. View more Comments. “Ester Primavera” by Roberto Arlt Argentina, Arlt, “our Dostoevsky” according to some argentinos and a guy who couldn’t write his way.
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