“If only, out of male solidarity, one should have gone down into the yard, feel sorry for and help Georgy. He was working on the fallen branch right now, cutting it with his hand saw. It was clear that not only his hands were working, but also Georgy’s lips were moving energetically. A window shut tight wouldn’t carry his neighbor’s voice to the ears of Gurov. Still, what exactly the neighbor was saying could be guessed without much trouble…”