“Natalya Petrovna opened the door to the balcony, brought a stool from the kitchen and, placing her three-year-old grandson on her lap, greedily breathed in the June air. She felt a ache in her temples, a sensation in the back of her head, and then reluctantly let go. “Bab!” Look, dog! Natalya Petrovna, squinting, looked at the roof of the neighboring house - it was half captured by the sun, the wires were glistening, television antennas were casting long shadows on the slate...”