Date: 2008-11-03 08:05 am (UTC)
aimedforthemoon: (look away)
Esfir nods, although she is still silent.

One nail in, two, three (and her fingers brush against his),

"Different for me. I...have to know things. I told you, about invasion. All the bombs, and my mother was killed. So, it was up to my aunt to take care of me and my brother. And my grandmother, I think everything sent her odd. To keep us occupied in the camp, Aunt Katya would teach us. How to read, how to write, maths, how to do things.

After my brother died, it became something to fill pain with. And then I just..."

Forth nail in.

"...didn't stop learning."

Beat.

"Don't ask why I have to understand things, though, I don't know where that comes from."
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