Book: The gates

Ended Sunday, a warm autumn Sunday, naviavia pleasant languor, despondency and emptiness again approached Sosuke. Tomorrow he will go to the service, will, as always, rested to pull his strap, and so day after day, until next Sunday. Thinking about it Sosuke painfully felt sorry irretrievably bygone days, and he felt even sharper grey boredom of his own life. Now the whole world is in front of his eyes covered a large dull room with a tiny window, through which almost did not penetrate the sun, the faces of the colleagues and boss and his voice: "Nonaka-San, just a minute."