Angelique and Philippe du Plessis-Bellière
One afternoon about two weeks later. Tatyana was
not at home. In her room were: Marfa, Alyosha,
Pavel and Ivan. Marfa lay on the mattress reading
in an Angelique omnibus. Ivan was sketching a new
room decor. Pavel was drunk. He had become futsal
champion with his team. He had sung ... I'm the winner ...
I'm the winner ... I'm the champion ... ripped a plant
from the pot ... and had fallen asleep. Why were they
there? They waited until Tatyana came back from T.
Because Tatyana's coat was recovered. A phone call
from the police in the garrison town of T.: Tatyana
Petrovich Golovjov? Yes ...? Here at our station,
we have a fur coat of which we could trace the owner
through a library card in one of the pockets, so ...
Despite her aversion to travelling by train ...
you know, for example, those transfers and so ...
she did take the train to T. Not that you had any
transfers between P. and T. ... but anyway. Ivan
tried to get the plant back into the pot and Alyosha
made an attempt to clean the wicker carpet with
the handheld vacuum cleaner. Rather in vain. Marfa
sighed: Philippe is dead ... sighed again, and went
on reading. From under the door you could smell the
leek in the simmering pea soup and while awaiting
they drank a beer and ate some liverwurst.
