Date: 2007-10-28 11:29 pm (UTC)
"That's something, then," Polya said, with careful optimism.

He wondered what it would be like to lose everything, down to memories of his mother. How strange to see in his mind a tall woman, a few shades to the dark in every aspect but for hair as pale as his own, and not associate it with a low, warm voice telling fairy stories, or a hand on his arm when he'd been burt poking at the fire to make it crackle and spit sparks, or reading glasses sliding low on her nose as she fell asleep over a book in the late afternoon, or a smear of blood on the pavement.

There was meaning to everything. It was no mystery. Epilepsy was caused by abnormal neuronal activity in the brain. The angle and force of her fall were determined by gravity and momentum.

It was a clear day. That morning, a magpie had tapped on the window.

"You remembered Angliskii pretty well," Rakitin pointed out wryly. "I could never get the accent right. Where did you learn?"
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