“She slept sweetly, hugging her pillow. Anton examined her carefully. A bold ray of the spring sun, breaking through the grayness of the dawn, illuminated her - sleeping and unprotected. After a night of love, my hair was disheveled and did not seem very clean. Eyelashes are short, light gray. Wrinkles under the eyes. Mouth like a mouth. Nose like a nose. An ordinary woman of thirty years old. Anton saw real beauties. I once met such a beauty who would sparkle even if she was not allowed to wash her face for a month, and then was taken out in a burlap outfit. They parted just like that, by mutual agreement and complete mutual indifference...”