Materinskoe voskrsen'e - Svift Grem

Life is woven from moments, impressions, associations. Few people remember them in all the details. But Jane Fairchild always paid attention to the details. And Mother's Sunday 1924, the day When Paul Sheringham crashed in a car accident - her lover, she remembered in all the details - right down to the sounds and play of shadows, smells and sensations. And it was on this day that Jane' orphan-servant ceased to exist and there was a famous writer, who will have a long, very long life, which will fit the reign of several kings, two world wars and much more. And all her life she will solve this mystery - why reality is reflected in our consciousness anyway? And how do you find the right words to reproduce the chain of moments?