Touching the dark I move closer to youwicked indulgence, my craving for youa lusty desire to seduce.  Captivated, you look at me with hungerthe night is jealousand pushes shadows onto my soul, where you look deeplyand realize the demomess I amprovoking...

From living,  to memory,  to dust,  to forgotten.    My beloved, so many pictures, so pretty your grave, so sadly forgotten.    From heat of blushes, to the cold of death, to existing in memory only, to forgotten dust in the wind. 

 ... in which Tolya and Lyonya discuss female psychology, and Valya confesses that she wears orange socks, after which everyone experiences a slight shock Crossing the snow-covered asphalt road, on which yesterday's abandoned car was still visible through the haze,...

... in which Bassoon futilely attempts to restore law and order, but only manages to quit smoking. Something cold trickled down his face. Blood? Bassoon barely opened his eyes. No, just tiny snowflakes melting on his skin. The Rosgvardia officer...