“As he strode through the deserted city, he thought of the New Years of his childhood, before he was ten, before the Change, when the city had still glowed with the soft, deep enchantment of sugared angels spreading their sparkling… — 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
