“Marusia!” shouts Dogg, who until this moment has been standing by the window and looking nervously into the fresh June morning. “We can sell it to Marusia—she has a whole apartment full of this kind of crap, maybe she’d like to have this monument too!” And here we all recall Mausia.
But Marusia needs to be phoned ahead of time, we can’t just barge in on her—it would make things worse. Marusia is a kind of link to the external world, in fact, it was from her that I first learned that you can actually take a taxi even if you’re not late for a train, or going home drunk—but just like that. You step out of your house and you need to go somewhere so you just take a taxi. And most paradoxically, you don’t pay the taxi driver until the end of the journey—I also didn’t know earlier that you coul
