Actions are sometimes performed in a masterly and most cunning way, while the direction of the actions is deranged and dependent on various morbid impressions - it's like a dream.

“... και το ξέρεις, Σόνια, πως τα χαμηλά ταβάνια και τα μικρά δωμάτια λυγίζουν τ…”

“So that you remember that you kissed my hand, but I didn't kiss yours.”

“Oh, as I stood above the Neva this morning at dawn I knew I was a villian.”

“- В Апокалипсиса ангелът се кълне, че вече няма да има време. - Знам. Това там …”