Chapter VIn the very least about violoncellists and special drinks.
In principle, what image may it evoke when they tell you that a grown-up person is coming to your place for dinner, a classical musician, and also a former (and maybe even current) suitor of your beloved? I imagined Violoncello to be morose, stout, and a sufficiently ordinary fellow. We all make mistakes. When we entered the hallway, I met a person-leopard. In a moment in my apartment a carnival will begin… Violoncello was a tall guy, dressed in a leopard skin coat, that invitingly dropped on his really overly wide for a man thighs. He had a hat-donut. This head attire looked as if someone had sat on him and groaned. Even now. Party functionaries wore this kind of donuts, in particular, and Tymofiy’s father had a hat like
