"We're not them." She sat up suddenly, "It's a good thing you didn't finish unbuttoning your buttons or I'd be disappointed in humanity. I was trying you. You didn't turn off the lights, but you said you liked them off. You were memorizing for them."
After saying that, she left without looking back. As if eight hundred milliliters of blood had been pumped out of him, he sat dumbfounded on the sofa recalling every move he had just made, as if recalling a dream.
She came home to a living room filled with bundles of newspapers, old books and miscellaneous items. In the checkroom, Mudav pouted and buried his head in the cupboard. She took off her coat and was about to hang it in the cupboard when she realized that she had cleaned out all of her four-open cupboards, which were hung in spring,
