“The room with photographs was somehow bottomless. Although the sun was shining directly and the windows were open, at the end of the room there was a thick twilight. And here, in the twilight, the tricks began: giant life-size photographs of women were displayed in baguette frames. And either because of the obscurity of the light, or because of the size, it seemed as if the frames were not photographs, but the most natural women. This was what this little room was like, bathed in the midday sun. And there, at the desk, by the window, drowned in the sun’s rays, sat a good-natured subject. Fair-haired, clear-eyed, ruddy, youthful-looking, but somehow unreliably youthful..."