Book: Longing

Having twenty kopecks, Iona gazes for a long time after revelers, disappearing into the dark entrance. Again, he's alone and comes again for his silence... Quiet for a while longing again and bursting the chest with even greater force. Eyes disturbing Ions and martyred run through the crowds, scurrying on both sides of the street: you will not find any of these thousands of people at least one that would listen to him? But the crowd running, not noticing him or longing... Longing huge, without boundaries. Bursting Breasts Ions and vilasa of her longing, so it would seem, the whole world was flooded, but, nevertheless, it is not visible. She managed to fit into such a tiny shell that will not see it in the afternoon with fire...
Ion sees the janitor with a bag and decides to speak with him.
- Honey, the time will be? - he asks.
- The tenth... What was here? Keep going!

Will soon be a week since the death of the son, and he was still by not talking with anyone... Need to talk to really, with the arrangement... it is Necessary to tell how the son fell ill, how he suffered, what he said before he died, how he died... it is Necessary to describe the funeral and the trip to the hospital for the clothes of the deceased. In the village there was a daughter Anisa... And about her need to talk... but you never know what he can now talk? The student has to groan, to sigh, to parcitipate... And with the women to talk even better. Even those of fools, but roared two words.

Cabman, are you married? asks long.
- I? Gee-s... ve-eselye Lord! Pianist from grinding one wife - raw land... Hee-Ho-Ho... Grave, that is!.. Your son here was dead and I was alive... how strange death is a door the wrong person... Instead of to me to go, she to her son...