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416 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2010
鈥灻巒 via牛a asta nu exist膬 卯nving膬tori, to牛i s卯nt 卯nvin艧i鈥�.
鈥濼ata m膬 卯ntreab膬 mereu:
鈥� C卯t e ceasul?
Mi-a f膬cut cadou un cesule牛 de copil, de juc膬rie, cu ni艧te limbi desenate. M膬 uit la el 艧i r膬spund cu
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鈥� Dou膬 f膬r膬 zece.
Ceasul arat膬 mereu dou膬 f膬r膬 zece鈥�.
And now I could feel myself only through your presence. My skin existed only where you were touching it.If at the beginning they are optimistic about life and they dwell more on their past together than on the present, with the passing of time, they find comfort in these letters by talking about day to day things that each of them are experiencing and about happenings from the past which have put a print on their existence. Volodia dies in the war and although the notice of his death arrives, his letters continue arriving too鈥� they never stop. It probably took more time for them to arrive at the destination than the time it took events to actually happen. They keep coming and coming and Sasha keeps writing as well鈥� until she gets old.
The blind is afraid not to turn deaf. He is afraid of the dark from within the ears. Actually, people who see invented blindness. For the blind this is life, this is the reality he lives within, this is what he starts from, not from what it doesn鈥檛 exist. We are not seeing any color situated beyond violet in the color scale and this is not a problem. If we feel unhappy, this is not the reason.This is a wonderful book鈥� like no other I鈥檝e read. However, it鈥檚 not perfect. But it doesn鈥檛 have to be perfect to be wonderful, does it? Volodia's stories from the war got me a bit disconnected from that atmosphere of charm from the first chapters and they kept me feeling thirsty to get some more of it. And I did, but not in the big doses from the first quarter of the book, but in smaller, but ever-present doses. I do recommend this book. It is wonderful, it has an unimaginable freshness of style and ingenuity and it teaches you to appreciate the charm of small things.
What other proofs do I need of my existence if I鈥檓 happy because you exist, and you love me, and you鈥檙e reading these lines right now!
We will avenge ourselves for our comrades and friends in battle, who are still alive, see them there, smiling among us, but very soon now. Most important of all, remember we have truth on our side and they have untruth! But perhaps vice versa. For is not light the left hand of darkness and darkness the right hand of light? And does the Sun not strive to burn up the Earth, and not at all to generate plants and people? In this life there are no victors, all are the vanquished.