Задумчивое

"...It sounds calm, two silent people in a white circle, but it wasn’t calm. I knew they would find me, sooner or later, but what would be left of me by then? For Miss Credence had been made strange by sadness and loneliness, and, perhaps by being not so much a real person as a distraction on the edge of her father life. Deep down I had always know that Miss Credence was mad. But then, what about me, for that matter? What sort of person stops talking? Real people are talk. Perhaps the silence that made a special person of me in my talking, arguing family really showed that I was a little mad, as well..."
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Задумчивое

"...It sounds calm, two silent people in a white circle, but it wasn’t calm. I knew they would find me, sooner or later, but what would be left of me by then? For Miss Credence had been made strange by sadness and loneliness, and, perhaps by being not so much a real person as a distraction on the edge of her father life. Deep down I had always know that Miss Credence was mad. But then, what about me, for that matter? What sort of person stops talking? Real people are talk. Perhaps the silence that made a special person of me in my talking, arguing family really showed that I was a little mad, as well..."
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