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I’m in my second year at the Academy. It’s the musical literature exam. Berg fell ill at the last minute, S. B. is conducting the exam alone. Vika is in front of me.
She finishes her exam, comes out, shares her impressions.
“He literally stripped me! Grilled me, wormed out everything I know, everything I love.” Then, turning to me, she adds, “Just don’t clam up – the main thing is to say something. He listened so carefully to everything you said in class, he obviously fancies you!”
I really don’t know how she figured that out. Actually, we all live in shop windows and try to sell ourselves for the highest price, but we have to pay the price of standing on show for hours and hours. For idleness has eyes and boredom has eyes, too, and these eyes are unblinking, lidless, and their gaze
