he walks along mikhailovsky square , pay attention to the place of the next event in his workshop, a friend meets him, the sculptor svetlana gorbunova, she introduces volodya to her companion. it was the architect. boris yurgin, with whom zhvanov will subsequently work very fruitfully and volodya asks him, right here in mikhailovsky square, the city executive committee decided to put up some kind of sculpture. you have nothing suitable. no, there is, said volodya, although he had nothing. and even a lot of things. and you can see, of course, come a few days later in my workshop well on that and dispersed. volodya rushed to the workshop and sculpted and drank four sculptures all night, some mystical there are some grandmother hedgehogs, and hmm brownies, which, as he likes, the hall eats very well. they will fit into the greenery of mikhailovsky square, and then yurgin came, looked somehow despondently proposed by zhbanov and did not choose anything, they said goodbye and were already leaving. jurgen on the windowsill saw the small mournful hand of a woman with a bare knee, spread out