Quotes from Vita Nostra. Work on mistakes

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Don't you know that only ideas are absolute, and projections... projections lie in different ways, like shadows on the walls of a cave.

“It’s not you that scares me,” Sterkh said after a long pause. “The ease with which centuries-old traditions are being annulled in our time is frightening.”
“They hid something from us: we progress as concepts only as long as there is something human left in us.”

“Fourteen years later, my mother is a different person, not the one I remember. And she still has a son - well, technically. We even call each other on holidays. Formal son, illusion of a son. Do you think few people live like this?”

“I am a killer of reality,” Sashka thought gloomily, “and a destroyer of grammatical structures.”

“blood is not only a physiological fluid, but also a catalyst for many meanings...”

“The class schedule stuck together like a Mobius strip, aka Velcro for flies.”

“..And I was wrong. It became the Password “Don’t be afraid,” but its formulation through negation leads to a distortion of the meaning.
The ability of airplanes is to fall.”

“- The student gives up freedom with relief, with joy, he is happy that he has to sacrifice such a little, in return receiving peace of mind. When your teachers saw that you not only did not intend to give up, but did not understand the essence of the task at all...”

“You did not give up your freedom, but you gave it away because I taught you to express ideas through what they are not.”

“Dare,” Sashka said in a whisper.”

“The Singularity,” he repeated loudly. – In philosophy – the singularity of a being, event or phenomenon. A mathematical singularity is the point at which a function tends to infinity.”

“To live means to be vulnerable. The wall of a soap bubble separates you from utter hell. Ice on the road. Unsuccessful division of an aging cell. The child picks up a pill from the floor. Words cling to each other, line up, obeying the great harmony of Speech..."

“He was someone’s projection - a shadow of great hopes or poor-quality contraception”

“He wanted something from her. He was someone’s projection - a shadow of great hopes or low-quality contraception, but he was a human being, alive, natural, and Sashka almost cried with emotion: the truck driver was the one who set her free from Fizruk’s scheme. He misinterpreted the expression on her face: still smiling, he unzipped his fly. He put his hand on Sashka’s neck and pressed lightly...
She appropriated it by connecting a new information package to her system. The driver jerked, unable to remove his hand, like a man clutching a high-voltage wire. His eyes dimmed and rolled back."

“It’s not a matter of faith,” he said dully. “There are mistakes that cannot be corrected, but lessons can be learned...”

“She, Sashka, is an accident, for some successful, for others tragic.”

“Last question,” he looked very seriously. “Do I have a choice whether to love you or not?”

“This symbol, existing in three dimensions, evolving through time, dividing into two and then into four, like a fertilized egg, is love. And if you do it like this,” Sashka’s pen almost tore through the paper, “it’s no longer love.” This is not hatred, not indifference, not resentment, not alienation - but it is not love either... It seems that this is freedom.”

“I let other people’s silence into myself and processed it with an effort of will: from the silence of a snow-covered cemetery I melted the soundlessness of an abandoned space station, the silence of a crowded square a moment before the execution, the silence of destroyed auditory nerves.”

“You need a complex... strong emotional complex. Fuel. Energy. Information. And fear of loss too! Although it’s not only fear and not so much…”

“Yaroslav thinks that the world is predictable and in some places even fair. He is instinctively convinced that it is enough to rely on everyday life and do his job flawlessly, and then, of course, everything will be fine. Millions of people are safe and alive, and nothing terrible happens to them..."

“..Everything that was outside became hostile. Everything that was inside has become redundant.”

“And so she crossed the threshold of the audience, where she had not been for three months. It was getting dark outside, the wind was howling, and snowflakes were pecking at the window like Alfred Hitchcock’s birds.”

“I don’t kill students,” Sashka recalled. – I gave you tasks “with asterisks”, complicated ones. This is also a learning process..."

“All that is truly valuable is beyond matter.”

“You can reverse any catastrophe, unless it is a conscious human act. Freedom is an eternal source of evil."

fear shapes reality

the child was choking on a cry...
concentrated autumn
Airplane trail in the blue porcelain sky.
If a burning house could vomit at that moment, Sashka would have vomited
...Stars explode in silence.
two soggy tea bags lay on the saucer like dead aliens;
She saw a forest below her and a thin railway line with the worm of a night train on it.
And only after going up a couple of steps did I realize that the silence on the first floor of the dorm was different from usual. It’s about how the silence in a cemetery differs from the silence in a child’s bedroom.”

“He who loves is not free. Whoever is not free does not love. I love - which means I’m afraid..."

“A password is a part of speech that opens a new reality. »

“The world, visible to man in the spectrum accessible to him, is beautiful to perfection;”

“He knew very well what price they pay here for academic failure. He had a mother, father and younger brother. Three failed attempts meant three untimely deaths...
Sashka’s thoughts raced: two years before this memorable day, freshman Kostya failed his test, buried his grandmother, and lay face to the wall.”

"What do the little sparrows sing about on the last day of winter..."

“To live means to be vulnerable, separated from utter hell by the wall of a soap bubble... I give you life, live. You are vulnerable and I will remind you. Ice on the road. Unsuccessful division of an aging cell. The child picks up a pill from the floor. Words cling to each other, line up, obeying the great harmony of Speech..."

“Sashka moved to the fourth dimension and felt time like a smell. I smelled the moment when the wiring sparkled. The point in time stank, but not of smoke, but of carrion. If a burning house could vomit at that moment, Sashka would have vomited.
She entered the fifth dimension: probability."

“The silence in which the planet explodes. And in complete silence the star collapses into a single point without density, without time, without mass.”