I don't remember any names. I don't know who these children have become. I don't know which of them is in school today, who is already working, who is raising younger brothers and sisters, and who has long been swept away by a road that we don't even know exists. But I remember their eyes.
Surprisingly, there are 14 years between these books. That's exactly how long Leo Tolstoy felt one cycle of human maturation constitutes. He had an almost intimate idea of dividing life into periods—conditional periods in which, every fourteen years, a person reaches a new level of understanding.
If, putting aside excessive modesty (briefly and strictly for scientific purposes), we apply this logic to ourselves, a curious picture emerges.
The invention relates to the field of pharmaceuticals and biology and represents a method for obtaining a viable heterogeneous population of skin cells, which includes taking a skin biopsy at a depth of ...
