Bernhard Shlink. Reader (№ 180236)

What a curse to be sick in childhood or adolescence! Street expanse coming from behind the window, the courtyard only invited sounds. In a room crowded with characters with their own stories from books read to a sick child. The heat, dulling the sense of reality, heightens the imagination and opens in familiar surroundings is something strange and weird; in the patterns of curtains mereschatsya terrible monster, they make faces with the pattern of the Wallpaper; the chairs and tables, cabinets and bookcases turned into a pile of rocks, a fancy building or ships, which seems to be at hand, but at the same time they are somewhere far, far away. But long hours of night we hear the chimes from the Church tower, the quiet rumble of a passing car - behind the lights running along the walls and ceiling. Hours without sleep - but that does not mean that they lack something, on the contrary. They are filled with longing, memories, anxieties, vague desires are woven into a labyrinth where we lose and find himself again, to get lost again. This watch, when everything becomes possible - both good and bad.