“...When he entered the hallway, a cold air blew over him. Despite the fact that it was spring, the temperature had not risen enough to allow the street wind to blow through the apartment. “Well, Nastasya! – the pilot shook his head. “She left again, forgetting to close the balcony door!” He walked into the living room and suddenly saw Nastya - she was lying quietly on the sofa, covered with a blanket. Nikolai was overcome by a vague anxiety, which, however, was very justified: the ringing bell he raised would have woken him up and dead. The pilot carefully leaned over his beloved and... dropped the rose from his hands..."