“... this stray little thought released in him some echo of the past, a solitary trembling note whose sound rose higher and higher in his chest, awakening inarticulate longings and, inseparable from them, a piercing, unfamiliar sorrow.” — Olga Grushin Copy Share Image
“Half asleep, he wondered whether that might not have been his happiest day ever, the last, perfect day swelling with the immensity of his… — Olga Grushin Copy Share Image
“In anyone's life there can be only a few such moments - moments when a long, ringing hush fills your hearing, the world stands… — Olga Grushin Copy Share Image
“... this stray little thought released in him some echo of the past, a solitary trembling note whose sound rose higher and higher in… — Olga Grushin Copy Share Image
“As he strode through the deserted city, he thought of the New Years of his childhood, before he was ten, before the Change, when… — Olga Grushin Copy Share Image
“.. or a saint who had spent all his years preparing for his grand entry into heaven, only to discover on his deathbed that… — Olga Grushin Copy Share Image
