The Origin. Дмитрий Арсентьев

of citations for clearing my conscience together with three sentences about the book, and then I’ll «review» the philosophical landscape of our time. Besides, I promised Edvart to sprinkle the article with paintings. So, I’ll get out. By the way, about getting out, it is time to get out of another traffic jam, or I can be late. It will be somewhat awkward to «shake the colossus» with a guilty face.

      As it was to be, the enlightened one lived in the historic center of the city, in one of the memorial houses marked with marble boards informing everyone passing by about the house visited some time ago by some great person. Why do I associate these boards with tombstones? It looks like a grave branch. Terrible.

      I went up to the third floor and pressed the doorbell button.

      The door was opened by a slender elderly man wearing a classic gray suit made of fine wool. His hair was neatly laid back.

      «Mr. Zelinsky?» I asked timidly.

      «At your disposal,» he answered in a firm voice.

      «Hello, I’m Nick, about the interview,» I said getting more confident.

      «Oh, yes, I’m glad to welcome you! Come in, please,» he said cheerfully and stepped into the corridor letting me in. And I did it. I took off my outer clothing and followed the old man into the room.