“Grisha Reiziger, a twenty-year-old skinny and quite big-nosed young man, a fourth-year student at the Pedagogical Institute (Faculty of Russian Language and Literature), was dozing blissfully in a sagging deep hammock under the generous shade of thick pine trees. Twelve days. The heat was unbearable. Through a weak sleep - he had just begun to fall deeper - he heard the sharp, but as usual, voice of Inessa Semyonovna’s mother. Together with the annoying fly, with a sluggish movement of his hand, he tried to drive away his mother’s decisive and unpleasantly loud cry, knowing full well that this was unlikely to be done...”