She was still looking at him
thoughtfully. She seemed to
be listening without really
hearing. Then she said, 'Vik-
tor Pavlovich, your face
looks quite different today.
Has something good happened?'
What makes you think that?
'Your eyes have changed,' she
said. 'It must be your work..'
What do you see in my eyes
then?
'Your eyes are always full of
suffering - but not today.'
Marya Ivanovna, I don't under-
stand it. I feel I've done the
..
A minute later, walking down the
dark street, .. a cold draught
blew from each of the dark en-
trances; when he came to a cross-
roads the wind lifted up the tail
of his coat. Viktor shrugged his
shoulders and frowned. Would his
mother never know, would she nev-
er know what her son had just
achieved?
Vasily Grossman
Life and Fate
ibid.
Tim Rupp x Bruce Weber
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