midday
Such are the thoughts of the savages who take shelter in the grey expanses of our towns -- savages who hide under all sorts of masks , and who strut about in all sorts of clothes . Zinaida looked sadly after the police sergeant . Coarse recollections of former days revived in her soul , now full of delicious soothings of a different , blessed existence created by Trirodov in the quiet coolness of the beloved wood . Then Zinaida sighed as if awakened from a midday nightmare . She went quietly her own way . In the course of several days Trirodov 's colony was visited by the Commissary of the police . He comprehended and considered the chaste world of the Prosianiya Meadows in the same way as the illiterate sergeant .