Fifteen years ago in London, she accompanied a friend-artist to the dentist (he had a sharp pain and he didn’t speak English at all). I said something, but loudly. And here, I come, and say, Hello, this is my friend... And suddenly I realize that I don’t remember the word “pain.” Therefore, without a pause, continued: His teeth were in great sorrow. (I just had friends-musicists, their group was called Great sorrow) The doctor first trembled, and then rotted like an exploded...