“Sasha,” she said, “they’re about to send us out to the villages, to teach childhood how to read and write, but I’d rather work in a flower shop.” Sasha answered, “Nearly everyone loves flowers anyway, but who loves other people’s children? There’s only their parents.” Sonia was unable to grasp this; she was still full of sensations of life that prevented her from thinking correctly. And she went on her way feeling hurt.
