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«Na rabote bylo vse kak vsegda. Pylno i skuchno. Marta smotrela na podokonnik, gde stoyali samodelnye gorshki s tsvetami – banki, obernutye tsvetnoy barhatnoy bumagoy, prinesennye kem-to iz doma. Na prostovatyh tsvetah tolstym sloem lezhala pyl. Marta smotrela na nekrasivyy usatyy tsvetok s pyshnym nazvaniem «tradeskantsiya» i dumala o tom, chto ona okazalas tut tozhe sluchayno, tak zhe, kak i etot tsvetok. Den byl solnechnyy, zimniy, i ramy byli utepleny gryaznovatoy vatoy. V vozduhe v luchah solntsa visela pyl. Starye potertye stoly i shatkie stulya. Skuchno. Skuchnee ne byvaet. I eto, pohozhe, nadolgo. Osobenno kogda tebe dvadtsat shest i zhenihov na gorizonte nol. Ne schitaya Smirnova. Ne schitaya zhenihov ili ne schitaya Smirnova?..»