somone is knocking.. with each knock reality grips more tightly, squeezing out dreamy thoughts.. Krivitskee gets up ... tempted by wild goose feathers and visions of eternal rest, he contemplates capitulation.. but somehow is pushed further .. there is more knocking.. a rhythmic knocking.. tripping over stacks of "Good Houskeeping", holding on to the door for support.. he starts to feel the blood flowing, the room starts to settle... sunlight.. at first blinding.. shows him the way.. the knocking becomes louder, fuelled by the knowledge of his lazy movements.. looking out the window he sees what he already knew was there. He grunts. Unlocks the window, sniffs the air... grunts once more. The knocking stops, two pairs of eyes meet, with one glance a message is passed.. having eavesdropped.. the leaves begin to wilt.. clouds start to circle.. the air, very still.. takes a break.. Five eyes converge on one spot and for a brief moment the world stops.