"... His day began anxiously, his heels made a certain click, he ran his eyes over the superficial truths of the streets and buildings, the trivial truths of existence. A song began to sound in his head: “A brave fellow on a trapeze flies through the air easily,” and then he laughed with all his might. It was a truly beautiful morning: gray, cold and joyless, a morning that requires inner strength; ah, Edgar Guest, he said, how I miss your music..." Translation: Aram Ohanyan