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А это - вслед чайно-кофейному



(А это - драбблик художника, поясняющий рисунок

The sallow, solitary man stepped out, closing the door softly behind him. A nurse walking by hesitated, checked her charts, and then touched his shoulder as he passed. He paused.
"Mr. Evans?"
He nodded.
"Your mother showed signs of consciousness a few days ago. We didn't know how to reach you. Would you care to leave your telephone number, in case she wakes up?"
He turned his eyes back down the corridor, his face sharp in profile.
"She shall not wake again."
"Don't lose hope, Mr. Evans! We're doing everything we can."
He nodded. His eyes were dead.
"I know."
He raised his hand, beckoning for her clipboard. She offered it to him, and dug in her pocket for a pen.
"Don't trouble. I have my own."
He reached inside his coat front, and pulled out a thin wooden shaft. The nurse raised her eyebrows, curious --
"Obliviate.")