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"...When an aeroplane's engines fail, it is not the end of the flight. Aeroplanes don't fall out of the sky like stones. They glide on, the enormous multi-engined passenger jets, for thirty, forty-five minutes, only to smash themselves up when they attempt a landing. The passengers don't notice a thing. Flying feels the same whether the engines are working or not. It's quieter, but only slightly: the wind drowns out the engines as it buffets the tail and wings. At some point, the earth or sea look dangerously close through the window. But perhaps the film is on, and the stewards and air hostesses have closed the blinds. Maybe the very quietness of the flight strikes the passengers as an improvement.

That summer was the glide path of our love..."

Bernhard Schlink, "The Reader".

Будем считать, что это меня прорвало в честь наступающего дня космонавтики.