To help Kopionkin feel at home in Chevengur, he wrote down for him every day a chapter from the life story of Rosa Luxemburg, drawing on his imagination; and for Kirey—who now cared for Sasha with the anguish of warm friendship and who kept an eye on him at night lest he suddenly disappear from Chevengur—he dragged up from the riverbed a small black tree trunk that Kirey wanted to carve into a wooden weapon.
