will be a mockery of your trust in me and my pure attitude towards you.” “Perhaps,” she whispered, moving her lips a little. “Where are we going?” “To the fourth floor.” “Let’s go then…” There was no one in Jasyn’s house except his father. The wife, having taken time off from work for a week, left with her children to go to a village for the winter holidays. His father, who was quite sick and old, was lying in the back room. Opening the door with his key, Jasyn pointed to the hanger, as if saying “hang your stuff up here,” and then went to his father. “Well, father, how are you?” she heard. “Thank you, son, not bad,” the father answered. “Is there a letter from Sophia Loren?” “God damn it, no.” Bagila hung her sheepskin coat on a hanger, took off her boots and froze, not knowing what to do next. “Why don’t you go?” she heard again. “I’ll go if you give me travel allowances.” Jasyn, laughing loudly, waved his hand to Bagila towards the right room. Bagila obediently went where she was directed. “There’s a sly one!” Now Jasyn’s voice was heard more muffled. “It turns out that I have to pay travel expenses to your love?” “That’s the only way,” said the father, coughing. “Well then lie down. Perhaps Sophia Loren will come with Ma. Will you drink tea?” “No. Later.” “What about coffee?” “Why the hell would I want it. Do you want me to hoot like an owl all night?” Jasyn laughed out loud again and went to Bagila, saying casually: “All right, if you need me, just call.” Bagila, marvelling at such an unusual manner of communication between father and son, heard Jasyn in the hall taking off his outer clothing and boots. She looked around carefully, saw three shelves lined with books, and felt dizzy. She felt like a small helpless creature. “It’s a mockery of oneself. Is it possible to read so much?” she thought, experiencing wounded pride, since the owner of these books knew much more than she did. As soon as she had time to put her thoughts in order, Jasyn entered the room. As soon as he crossed the threshold, he switched on the bright ceiling light and the floor lamp, he reached the desk on the other side of the room, leaning on it and turning
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