The Death of Imagination

I bought a knitting book once in a Russian-language bookshop, and the clerk refused to believe that I didn't speak Russian. We went around and around on it a couple of times, and I think he still thought I was messing with him. But the thing was, the book had charts, and knitting has a pretty standard vocabulary that I thought I'd be able to figure out in Russian if I needed to, and I just thought the 50's-era Soviet-bloc fashion drawings were cool. I've never tried to make anything from the book, but I still pull it out and look it over from time to time.