It was only when he heard the bell Metropolitan remembered that night's resurrection. And suddenly it seemed unnatural rain that greeted him as the station came out and threatened to become rain. Rushed forward under the umbrella brought shrugged, looking left, looking to avoid floods. Without realizing it, she began to run, closing his umbrella chest like a shield. But after about twenty meters saw turning into red signal doorbell sounds and have to stop. Expect nervous, bouncing, ascending to the top of the shoe, and ever changing place, the puddles dismayed that a few steps in front of him, covered largely Avenue. Red eye is off, and the next moment you blind, shaking it, the explosion of white light, incandescent. If it was drawn by a hot cyclone broke in chip incomprehensible even crown. "It struck close," he said with blinking hard to peel off lids. I understand why so powerfully raise the handle doorbell sounds of the umbrella. Rain struck him wild, from all sides at once, and yet I feel nothing. When you hear the bell again Metropolis, and all other bells, and very close to him, another, writhing lonely, hopeless. "I was scared," he said, and began to tremble. It's the water, realized a few moments ago, realizing that lying down in puddle in the sidewalk. "I got the cold ..."
- I saw the lightning hit, he heard the same voice panting man scared. Do not know if still alive. I looked in there, it was just below the lights, and I saw it lit from top to bottom, as it were lit in the same moment, umbrella, hat and clothes. If it was rain, it burned doorbell sounds like a torch ... I do not know if he lives.
I found it curious that feels nothing, it actually no longer felt body. He knew from the conversations of those around him, he had been transported. But how do transportaseră? doorbell sounds In his arms, on a stretcher, in a stroller?
Obviously everyone knows this; if you lost more than 50% of the skin, you asphyxiate ... But he quickly shook out it's ridiculous and humiliating, to respond in thought, who bustled around him. I would like to no longer hear, as with tight lids, do not see. And in that moment he awoke far, happy, as it was then.
- I thought I told you. Two years ago, the fall, when I was in Paris, I went to a lecture by Chavannes. I saw him after being in his office; asked me how long I study Chinese and other Oriental languages that anymore. Needless to summarize your entire conversation. I understand only one thing: that if I do not master in a few years - heard in a few years! - In addition to Chinese, Sanskrit, Tibetan and Japanese, I will never get a great orientalist! ...
- So I said, but I convinced him. Because even in this case, all I had to learn Japanese and a number of South Asian languages and dialects ... but that was not important, but something else. When I said that studying Chinese for five months, he went to the blackboard and wrote twenty characters, then asked me to pronounce them, one by one, and then translate the passage. I've decided what I got, and I translated some, but not all. He smiled kindly: "Not bad, he said. But if after five months ... How many hours a day? "" At least six hours, "I doorbell sounds replied. "Well, Chinese is not for you. You probably do not have the required visual memory ... My Lord, said with a smile ambiguously affectionate and ironic at the same time, my lord, to master the Chinese language, I have a memory of mandarin, a photographic memory. If you do not have, you will be required to make an effort of three, four times. doorbell sounds I think it's worth ... "
He knew it would have to happen, doorbell sounds and yet, listening to explanations Interior had cleared: therefore the two envelopes from his pocket and they had to ashes ... Unwittingly, doorbell sounds because he had not realized that it had closed the door firmly behind him , heard: "He badly decrepit venerable! That told us a about three, four times ... "It was true. He impressed the information we read in La Fiera Letteraria: that Papini's almost blind and no surgeon dares to operate. For a greedy reader tirelessly Papini tragedy was none. Therefore kept talking about it. But maybe Vaianica was right: "I'm getting senile ..."
- Actually, I quit; I continued to learn ten, fifteen characters per day, but this more for my pleasure and for helping me to understand the translations of the texts they read ... In fact, I was an amateur ...
- With the better, Laura interrupted again putting his hand on her arm. There must be some intelligent people with enough imagination, doorbell sounds to enjoy the great discoveries they make it yours
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