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Тургенев, Рудин. КНИ́ГА, -и, ж. 1. Произведение печати (в старину — также рукопись) в виде сброшюрованных, переплетенных вместе листов с каким-л. текстом. Книга большого формата. Толстая книга. Раскрыть книгу. □ [Аночке] предложили посмотреть книгу с картинками. Федин, Первые радости. || Сочинение, произведение более или менее значительного объема, напечатанное отдельным изданием или предназначенное для него. Интересная книга. Написать книгу. □ Наталья должна была каждое утро читать исторические книги, путеш ествия и другие назидательные сочинения. Тургенев, Рудин.

I would have remembered that. Then, the pain came back, and I saw him standing on stage, delivering a speech I couldn't make out, but what had he been studying? Magna for what? “Hey,” Matt said. “Try not to send yourself into a conniption because you don’t remember, okay?” I nodded slowly. “I’m more likely to freak out about why I don’t remember.” “It’ll come back to you,” he said. “And… there was our mom.” “Mom?” I frowned. Something bubbled, hot and angry, at the back of my mind. “What about her?”

I feel like crying… I stretch to the nightstand and take the note, opening carefully, as if it were a bomb about to explode: “Dalia, I don’t regret anything, and you don’t either. I’ll never forget tonight, but I’ll never talk about her again. You deserve to be happy next to someone less complicated. You need to make a decision, and that does not include me... However, I ask you to give your marriage one more chance. Believe me, you might be surprised. With affection, Mr. X.” I squeeze the note on my chest and close my eyes, letting the tears fall. Deep down, I knew it would happen. X gave me what he had to give me: Just a memory of the best night I had in my life.

"Why? The memoir will still matter if you take breaks." "Because something's wrong, Hope. I can feel it." "What do you mean wrong?" "My memory. I forgot Marcus's name yesterday. Just blanked on it completely. It took me twenty minutes to remember." Hope's face went pale. "How often is this happening?" "More and more. Last week I couldn't remember where I was for a few minutes. I was in my own apartment, and I didn't recognize it." "Mom, we need to see a doctor."

Not even flies were this persistent! I took a step back before speaking. "Mr. Mercer, you mean nothing to me. I don't even know you! So what if we were engaged? That's in the past. Just leave me alone!" "The memory-wiping drug's effects only last a month. Three more days have already passed. So why hasn't your memory returned?" Nathaniel sounded dejected and confused, but then he straightened up again. "It's fine. I've already put the lab on overtime to analyze the drug. You will remember me."

"You forget Juliet's your fiancée now? Thought you two were today's headline couple. Bet she's at home in something skimpy, waiting for round two." His face dropped. "How do you even know that?" I didn't answer. Just laid it out. "You don't remember me. Called me crazy. Said I was chasing clout. So don't show up now acting like that baby meant something. Please. You wanted out—we're done." I was cutting every last thread. But he wouldn't let go. He stood there, swaying a little, eyes darting everywhere but at me. Lips pressed tight. After a long beat, he finally said, "I just lost my memory. The doctor said it's temporary. If you wait a bit, it might all come back."

Micheal asked out of curiosity. "It's Jasper's brother. Micheal, is there any surgery in America that could remove part of a person's memory?" Stella asked seriously. "As far as I know, research has been conducted but none succeeded. The structure of the brain is very complicated. We could repair cells and nerves. We could also make a person lose their memory completely, but we couldn't remove a specific memory. However, a master hypnotherapist could erase selected memories through a person's subconscious. You should understand this better than me," Micheal responded in confusion.

Her memories were hazy and vague. For a brief moment, she felt like she managed to grasp onto something, but unfortunately, it slipped away from her again. In the end, she couldn’t remember anything at all. No matter how hard she tried to recall, nothing came to mind. Memories that flashed quickly in her mind seemed like a dream that was out of reach. Myra stared at Matthias across from her in frustration, and in the end, she still couldn’t remember how she was related to him.

The night before the wedding, the groomsmen and bridesmaids were too excited to sleep, so someone suggested writing down what they wanted to say to me on a slip of paper anonymously. I closed my eyes in anticipation, thinking I would receive all kinds of blessings. But when I opened the first note, I froze. [You witch. If you hadn't forced my brother, Nora would be my sister-in-law by now!] Nora Harris… She was my best friend. She had called me three hours earlier with red eyes, apologizing, saying that she had to go on a business trip all of a sudden and could not attend my wedding. With trembling hands, I kept reading… [The wedding ring he bought you was the one Nora rejected. Sh

After a car accident wipes my memory, my mind is stuck ten years in the past—right after I get down on one knee to propose to Angeline Stone. I tear through every app on my phone, desperate to find any proof that Angeline is actually my wife. But all I see in my contacts are numbers I don't recognize, and my WhatsApp chat list is empty. I have no choice but to call my buddy, Rick Tate, to ask him whether Angeline accepted my proposal. To my surprise, he explodes on me like a lit firecracker. "Did a donkey kick you in the head, Caleb? Did she accept your proposal? You're about to divorce her!" My first reaction after hanging up is—damn, I'm a legend. I actually managed to land an ice quee