Thunderstorms in Siberia. Hurricane in Moscow. We’ve been flying around the capital for an hour, trying to find glimmers in the clouds and waiting for our turn to land among other desperate like ourselves. But I like long flights. In those hours I can afford to calmly read, and not think of anything else. And each time I reassure myself that a book is an incomparable depth of emotions, feelings, thoughts, which cannot be achieved through any other means. Literature is a spiritual pearl of humanity…

Konstantin Y. Smolentsev
http://smolentsev.com