“In good conscience, out of male solidarity, you should have gone down into the yard, showed sympathy, and helped Georgy. He was working on a fallen branch right then, sawing it up with a hand hacksaw. You could see that not only his hands were working briskly, but Georgy’s lips were energetically moving, too. The sealed shut window didn’t carry Gurov’s voice to the ears. Still, it was easy enough to guess what exactly the neighbor said…”