"If I am run out of my job, Vanya..." Volgin spoke slowly, his voice airy. He had been talking too much already. Ivan might have seen him visibly wincing as he continued to squeeze the words out. "Then I have to go back. I do not have... much of a choice in the matter.
"If... I do not teach... I go back. That is all... they ask. No less."
His voice lightened: "You get... used to it... after the first decade." Another harsh laugh. "Years run... after that. Time... goes by quickly here."
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"If... I do not teach... I go back. That is all... they ask. No less."
His voice lightened: "You get... used to it... after the first decade." Another harsh laugh. "Years run... after that. Time... goes by quickly here."