...And in no way I could believe that our fate would be so closely intertwined with the fate of a man who lived so far from our place and even did not suspect of our existence. But such are the facts and one has better not to argue with them.
   I hastily read this article and felt myself none the better for it. Pyotr step by step was repeating the fate of the British professor. The only difference was that when he was twenty-four years old Stephen Hawking had already known that he was ailing with an incurable illness.
    My imagination fancied a young fellow who had been sentenced to doom when he was twenty-four years old. What had helped the young man not to leave this world? What force had made him not just live but get engaged in science? Why did the fate or a chance send me Stephen Hawking right at the moment when Pyotr was in a state of deep depression and I could do nothing to help him?
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