70x100/32 216 страниц. 1992 год. Внешсигма "...I'd kill myself if I had my mother's courage. As it is, I suppose I'll sit around and wait for something to happen to me. Something good or something bad, it doesn't really matter." I didn't know what to say. I settled for something meaningless and soothing: "All the bad things have happened, haven't they?" "Except the desolation in the heart." If she hadn't been completely earnest, the phrase would have sounded foolish. I said: "Talk it out to me." "What do you mean?" "You killed your grandmother," I said. "You might as well tell me abou it."