Diana Gabaldon. Stranger (№ 394754)

In school I, like all children, I read Dickens. And earlier writers, of course, also; remember not knowing pity the justice of the old times, harsh sentences to those who violated the law - the sentences did not take into account neither age nor circumstances. But read from a cozy distance of one or two hundred years about how hung or mutilated children is not something that pound of pot in the mortar, while a few feet below, something similar is happening in reality.