🌌 A story that came true
He survived the blockade of Leningrad as a child, lost his whole family, fled to a library where an old bibliophile taught him that books were the only thing he could not take away. There was war, camps, reconstruction, but always going back to his books. At age 60, he lost his only daughter in a car accident. His library was mausoleum not only to books, but also to everyone he loved and lost. It restores foliants as a way to raise the dead, if not to people, to their thoughts.
«Hello, my friend, looking for something, maybe looking for yourself?»