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Wings of the Wind

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“Mi-a povestit, mie, ca unui mare, frica lui. A zis că pe-acolo pe unde fusese dus, în Rusia, în lagăr, pe front, din nou în lagăr în România, ca prizonier, apoi cu refugiul şi bombardamentele, cunoscuse frica. Dar era numai frica lui. Că frica de moartea ta nu e cu adevărat frică - tot nu depinde de tine moartea ori nemoartea ta. Frica cea mare, adevărată, a zis tata, e cea pentru alţii: nevastă, copii. Ştii că de tine a depins să-i fereşti de pericol şi n-ai făcut-o. Frica cea mare nu e moartea ta, e viaţa pe care or s-o îndure ai tăi, din pricina ta.”

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“Sam looked at her outstretched hand, which he knew as well as any hand except his own---the precise pattern of the lines that made up the grid of her palm, the slim fingers with the purplish veins at the knuckles, the particular creamy olive hue of her skin, her delicate wrist, pinkish, with a penumbral callus that must have come from Dov, the white gold bracelet she wore that he knew had been a gift from Freda on her twelfth birthday. How could she honestly think he wouldn't know about the handcuffs? He had spent hours sitting next to her, playing games and then making them, staring at her hands as her fingers flew across a keyboard or jabbed at a controller. Tell me I don't know you, Sam thought. Tell me I don't know you when I could draw both sides of this hand, your hand, from memory.”

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