...A terrible revelation blew into his face. The individual pieces of the mosaic finally came together... While his mind was rejecting the improbability of “coincidences,” he threw back the lid of the piano. Hands touching the keys, they themselves read the whole story. There it is - a narrow corridor, an open door, a window into the turquoise world of happiness... Rebellious chords suddenly broke the tactics of the meter, the quarts shouted like a stormy bird, the previously delicate melody cracked into shreds... The theme of happiness was choked. Everything went into an arrhythmia of fear: crackling, ringing, horror... In place of the window - the fierce grin of a distorting mirror. Scumbags, bastards, sixes... Performers. It took a long time to kill the old man. All the savings have already been grabbed, the unique library has already been trampled... All in vain. They put out their cigarettes on his eyelids, which were closed in horror: where is the disk?.. where?! where-e-e?..He cut off the murderous effects of the extreme registers in mid-scream. And - he ran away. At that moment he hated the piano, he almost vomited from the mocking sounds. He ran away from the pliable keys, from his clairaudience, from himself.