Russian book
I was riding the #6 back from a movie at the U during the summer of 2007, and to pass the time, I was reading a mystery, “The White Bulldog” by Boris Akunin, a Russian author. (I was reading it in English translation.)
Suddenly, I noticed that two young women were pointing at me and whispering, so I smiled at them. One of them said in heavily accented English, “You are reading Russian book.”
I nodded.
“He is my favorite author,” said the other.
They turned out to be young Russians who were attending a summer ESL course at the U. They were fascinated by the idea of a popular Russian author being available in English translation and they wanted to know where I had gotten it. They told me that they would take a copy home to show their friends back in Russia.
These are the kinds of chance encounters that make riding the bus more fun than driving.
May 12th, 2008 at 11:08 am
That is pretty cool.