Her eyes watched him curiously as he seemed to bounce around the room, admiring random bits of his collection as he spoke. Her ears straining to earnestly listen to her teacher.<br/>"If you love collecting so much, why did you become a teacher? Of all professions to choose.."<br/><br/>Her eyes squinted desperately as he pointed at the section about the pregnant woman and her tragedy. She couldn't read Russian, but she still eagerly tried to place the story to the lines that undoubtedly described it as vividly as the diary writer had experienced it. Her eyes left the page to look once more upon the scrolls, books and other items that decorated the room, all of which he claimed was for her to peruse.<br/><br/>"This is still really kind of you, Mr Lincoln. Most teachers wouldnt go this far for a student," She said honestly as she stepped away from him, not noticing the changein his demeanour as she wandered over to other diaries lined up neatly against one wall.<br/>Her fingers trailed over the spine of each one, only stopping when she came across one from a relevant date and she slickly pulled it out from its space.