Sublime

“But we are the good guys. Aren’t we, Uncle?” “I hope so. I hope we are.”

d’un garçon de huit ans à sa grand-mère pendant les purges de 1936 en Union soviétique. Voici la première : « Chère Babouchka, je ne suis pas encore mort. Tu es la seule personne que j’aie au monde et je suis la seule que tu aies. Si je ne meurs pas, quand je serai grand et que tu seras très très vieille, je travaillerai et prendrai soin de toi. To

‘This is Thomas,’ said Grace, without explanation. She stood close by the boy with the ease of long acquaintance, and seemed to Thomas they were in some way ranged against him – that it was possible to make out some connective tissue dissolving between himself and Grace, and re-forming between the other two.

The head monk made his answer silence—the executioner’s melody.

convalescent

one final choice: