Book: The train arrives on schedule. Page 1

For many, it happens that a thing suddenly seems unusually valuable if someone covets it. Maybe the next minute you will throw it away, but at this moment it seems to you valuable and non-saleable only because someone needs it.

Partners laugh, they play not for money, but to kill time. What a difficult, terrible task - to kill time, again and again, as if with a heavy dark bag to throw back the second hand invisibly running beyond the horizon and to know that it still runs in a circle, inexorably.

Eating and drinking help the soul stay in the body.

Soon. Soon. Soon. Soon. When soon? What a terrible word soon! Soon it may be in a second, soon it may be in a year. Soon a terrible word. This soon compresses the future, makes it negligible, and there is no longer anything definite, nothing definite at all, one continuous unknown. Soon it's nothing and soon it's a lot.

Sometimes a word, spoken as if by chance, suddenly acquires something cabalistic, it becomes heavy and strangely quick, not yet spoken, it is already in a hurry somewhere, in unknown spheres, to unlock the bolts of the future and return back with the frightening purposefulness of a boomerang.

I would not want to be women. Women are always waiting... waiting... waiting... waiting...