“Late in the evening I was walking up Tverskoy Boulevard in the moonlight, and she came towards me: walking at a walking pace, holding her hands in a small muff and, moving her round astrakhan cap, put on slightly askew, humming something. Approaching, she paused: “Would you like to share the company?” He looked: small, snub-nosed, slightly wide-cheeked, eyes sparkling in the night half-light, a sweet, timid smile, a voice in silence, clear in the frosty air... “Why not?” With pleasure. ..."