“That day Dina became acquainted with the park when it was strewn from top to bottom with yellow linden hearts. She knew this alley in the hot poplar snow, in the trembling bluish frost. She walked with a folder under her arm, rustling slightly along the pinkish gravel of the alley. Her brown hair, styled in curls, shone and bounced on her shoulders. Dina was returning home, having received her most important order of the year, which promised a comfortable, leisurely life all autumn, all winter. The future was now certain, outlined and less alarming: days filled with leisurely work in a small room that had been converted from a bedroom into a home office several years ago. Ahead of her lay reading many articles and diligently compiling a catalog for the exhibition in the silence and soft, soothing emptiness of a deserted apartment...”