"Esli ty beriosh' s soboi knigu, - skazal Mo, kogda polozhil v eio sunduk pervuiu knizhku, - proiskhodit strannaia veshch': kniga nachinaet sobirat' tvoi vospominaniia. Stoit lish' otkryt' eio potom, i ty srazu perenosish'sia tuda, gde chital eti stranitsy. Probezhal glazami pervye slova - i pered toboi ozhivaiut znakomye kartiny, ty chuvstvuesh' zapakhi, vkus morozhenogo, kotoroe el vo vremia chteniia... Pover', knigi volshebnye, ved' nichto tak khorosho ne uderzhivaet vospominaniia, kak ikh stranitsy"."