Box With Toys
A few days had passed since the murder, when
Raskolnikov went up the stairs carefully and rang
the doorbell; I opened. “What do you want?” I asked,
“the box with the toys which I forgot” he said to me;
finally after many years it was my turn to ring the
doorbell; Mrs. Olga, not as young anymore, opened;
she had a beautiful voice contralto and during the nights
she sang as if throwing a bed-sheet over the old furniture;
she guided me to the big hall with the yellow upholstery
painted with birds ready to chirp, God willing, then
someone started narrating a story and we listened with
that innocent, omnipotent ungratefulness of children
when they rebuild the world.
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