And to think, a good sized beginning of a library is sitting in a moldy, damp basement, absorbing moisture. Beautiful books are being destructed. Too bad it is not my house and they are not my books.
Books all the way from Russia. Beautifully illustrated children's books, both Russian and English, that take me back to a time long ago. Russian literature. English classics. Encyclopedias. All sorts of dictionaries: Spanish, Russian, English, and even slang. Fiction and Non-fiction. Bibles and religious books. Medicine and cooking books. All disorganized, piled up carelessly, one random book next to another.
And the cool thing about these books is that they all have history. They all served a purpose in our home at one point or another. So many stories, so much knowledge. Now, wasting away because the space that is available is unsuit for them.
It's very dissapointing that the crisp, clean pages of unworn books, and the aging pages of quite old books have become bent, wrinkling up as they soften from the air of the basement.
I want to save and take them all away...