Ever since his school days Oscar had dreamed of composing

a book about life which would contain, like buried explosives,

the most striking things he had so far seen and

thought about.  But he was too young to write such

a book; instead, he took photographs and wrote captions for

them.  He was like a painter who was always making

sketches of miniatures for a big canvas he had in

mind.  He was indulgent toward these immature works on account

of their vigor and originality.  These two qualities, vigor and

originality, in his opinion gave reality to his earliest art.


Paraphrases from the novel Dr. Zhivago by Boris Pasternak.