An older gentleman just gave me this book as a gift in front of the Student Center.
He called me “young lady”, so couldn’t resist accepting it. It was more the “lady” than “young” that did it for me.
And the funniest thing is that I opened it at random and immediately alighted on my most favorite passage that I often recite to myself. Especially on my way to work. It sounds a lot better in Russian, though.


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