CHAPTER FIVE
Once Sidelnikov was left on his own in the room, he jumped up and started dashing around. It seemed impossible to grasp, or in some way tame, everything he had heard that day but something had to be done with it all. To start with, he rushed to the mirror and began to examine his own eyes with such interest as if he had only just acquired them. There was nothing about them that resembled grapes. However, their colour was undoubtedly dark green.
Dusk was already falling. The process of examining himself in the mirror was fascinating and quite soon it seemed to Sidelnikov that some silent stranger was looking at him from the other side of the glass. The face was getting dark against the background of bluish-white walls, as bare as they were on this side. The stranger was not j
