The Falcon and the Swallow

“I lay there with my head under the pillow, slowly but surely losing my mind.

Behind the wall, poor Kipелov was screaming his lungs out—it was already the fifth time.

I was counting.

— “Ah-a-angelskii iiiy-yl! It’s so-o-on and by-y-y-yl!”

I really, really wanted to get up and, rushing into my neighbor’s apartment, put the neighbor to an eternal sleep—she was the one with those unbelievably powerful speakers—stuck in her bright red head.”