"Yesterday he asked:
'What are those black marks on your arms, doctor?'
I did not tell him that those bruises had been made by his fingers clutching my arm convulsively when he was delirious."
-Nikolai Ostrovsky, How the steel was tempered
Korchagin
Thursday, May 22, 2008 | |
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