11-12-2018, 09:24 PM
Novodevichy park was only a twenty minute walk to the metro. Normally, anyway. Ivan was walking a mite slower, though. Broken ribs did that to you. Not like you could do anything about them cept wait for them to heal on their own. Meds did make it quicker all but it was what it was.
And so Ivan wasn't meeting Nox in the tunnels. He wasn't up for any fighting. Not yet anyway. But he knew the power wasn't just for fighting.
He'd seen what James had done. No, he couldn't replicate it. His mom would sew up their clothes from time to time. And she did like to knit. What he did....was like having ten hands all weaving the most complicated thing imaginable at the same time. No. He wasn't gonna be able to do that anytime soon.
But it was like working out or building an engine. You needed to understand the principles, the parts. The various muscle groups, insertion points into the bone, muscle heads, agonist/antagonist pairings; nutrition and macronutrient needs, aminos and supplements. The timing belt and pistons, air intake, ratio of oxygen to fuel, crank shaft and differentials. All pieces and parts working together.
And Ivan had one tool. Only one. A hammer. And to a hammer everything was a nail. Well no more. If he was truly to be in charge of his life- and more importantly, to break free and claim the life he wanted- he needed control.
The park was large, the Convent visible over the tops of the trees. The cemetary contained the remains of many famous Russians over the centuries. Yeltsin, Krushchev, Gorvechev. In the distance Smolensk Cathedral dominated. The large pond nearby was peaceful, walkways circling it, leading off into the trees.
A nice place. Somewhere two men could sit and talk. Where Nox- the only other man other then Brandon who he knew and who knew the power well- could teach him.
The temparature was pleasant and he had a smile on his face. The air felt fresh and clean, the sweet smell of the grass and flowers. He'd bring Danya and Zara here next time. Likely Danya would teach them all kinds of stuff about this place. She was always interesting, that was for sure. Was one of the reasons he loved her.
Ivan sat on a stone bench, chess board lines and shading inlaid into the table. No pieces tho. You needed to bring those yourself. He wasn't great. He knew the rules but he didn't understand how to use them to create strategy and tactics. Well, to be fair, he didn't care enough to learn.
But it was still an appropriate analogy. Ivan needed to learn the rules. And then how to use then. Something tickled his mind. Ma's words. Yeah. He had done something stupid- what, he didn't remember.'Wisdom and knowledge aren't the same thing, Vanya. Knowledge tells you if you stand on a track, a train will hit and kill you. Wisdom tells you what to do with that knowledge.' He remembered her grin. He was all of 8 maybe. 'So move!!!'
Time to get me some knowledge. Then learn how to use it. Maybe I'll become wisdomous. He laughed at his dumb joke.
And so Ivan wasn't meeting Nox in the tunnels. He wasn't up for any fighting. Not yet anyway. But he knew the power wasn't just for fighting.
He'd seen what James had done. No, he couldn't replicate it. His mom would sew up their clothes from time to time. And she did like to knit. What he did....was like having ten hands all weaving the most complicated thing imaginable at the same time. No. He wasn't gonna be able to do that anytime soon.
But it was like working out or building an engine. You needed to understand the principles, the parts. The various muscle groups, insertion points into the bone, muscle heads, agonist/antagonist pairings; nutrition and macronutrient needs, aminos and supplements. The timing belt and pistons, air intake, ratio of oxygen to fuel, crank shaft and differentials. All pieces and parts working together.
And Ivan had one tool. Only one. A hammer. And to a hammer everything was a nail. Well no more. If he was truly to be in charge of his life- and more importantly, to break free and claim the life he wanted- he needed control.
The park was large, the Convent visible over the tops of the trees. The cemetary contained the remains of many famous Russians over the centuries. Yeltsin, Krushchev, Gorvechev. In the distance Smolensk Cathedral dominated. The large pond nearby was peaceful, walkways circling it, leading off into the trees.
A nice place. Somewhere two men could sit and talk. Where Nox- the only other man other then Brandon who he knew and who knew the power well- could teach him.
The temparature was pleasant and he had a smile on his face. The air felt fresh and clean, the sweet smell of the grass and flowers. He'd bring Danya and Zara here next time. Likely Danya would teach them all kinds of stuff about this place. She was always interesting, that was for sure. Was one of the reasons he loved her.
Ivan sat on a stone bench, chess board lines and shading inlaid into the table. No pieces tho. You needed to bring those yourself. He wasn't great. He knew the rules but he didn't understand how to use them to create strategy and tactics. Well, to be fair, he didn't care enough to learn.
But it was still an appropriate analogy. Ivan needed to learn the rules. And then how to use then. Something tickled his mind. Ma's words. Yeah. He had done something stupid- what, he didn't remember.'Wisdom and knowledge aren't the same thing, Vanya. Knowledge tells you if you stand on a track, a train will hit and kill you. Wisdom tells you what to do with that knowledge.' He remembered her grin. He was all of 8 maybe. 'So move!!!'
Time to get me some knowledge. Then learn how to use it. Maybe I'll become wisdomous. He laughed at his dumb joke.