"If only," Denis whispered to the empty room, "there was a shortcut."
When Maria Petrovna walked around the room, she stopped at Denis’s desk. She saw the smudge where he’d corrected himself and the careful way he’d underlined the suffixes. She didn't say anything, but she gave him a small, knowing nod. "If only," Denis whispered to the empty room,
A dozen links bloomed instantly. He clicked the first one. There it was—a digital replica of page 42. Every blank line was filled with neat, red-and-blue digital ink. It looked so easy. He picked up his pen, ready to bridge the gap between the screen and his paper. A dozen links bloomed instantly
The night (noch’)... feminine gender, third declension... soft sign stays. Every blank line was filled with neat, red-and-blue
Denis smiled, feeling a strange weightlessness in his backpack. "Nah," he said, opening his workbook to page 42. "I took the long way home."