The clothes he pulled out were his own . They were old , but still serviceable . He turned the shoes over in his hands . He stroked the fabric of the shirt , the wool of the sweater , stared at them as if he were looking at them across a million years .
Одежда, которую он вытащил, была его собственной. Они были старые, но еще исправные. Он повертел туфли в руках. Он гладил ткань рубашки, шерсть свитера, смотрел на них так, словно смотрел на них сквозь миллион лет.