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Ukon's gaze falls on the surface of the table, the surface of the floor, the surface of the stone seen from the window.
- Hmm?
- You should move your head a little. They want to go up, - Chernika says with self-satisfaction, putting his hat back on and adjusting his glasses with equal self-satisfaction, and makes a few upward swings with his fist. - Bam, bam! Take a hammer and break through the ceiling, and let stones fall all over. But how can you even get there? I don't believe in any surface, you see?
Stroking his beard, he unexpectedly agrees:
- Yes, I probably agree too, - this was the first sensible thought he had heard from her in all the time they had known each other. - But a rational being is always striving for something. Otherwise, it will wither to the state of those bugs. And who collects them, and when? The Main One?