Although he tried to be careful, his leg got stuck on something (he didn't want to turn on the light), he was lazy, he pulled her aside and entered his room, he wanted her to open his travel bag, to throw his clothes on the ground just now, but he was so tired that his laziness overcame him. somehow he undressed and threw himself on the bed, the work that did not come out of him, despite the fact that so many impressions entered his mind, eyes, and heart, as if he was touching the stars that almost hit his head, the rain that was falling on his face, the mountain of Veng, the cave, the writing, Afag, his witch his mother, and the Mubariz man himself (a slight smile appeared on F.Q.'s lips, maybe he heard the mention of Mubariz's name?!)
Ehtiyatlı olmağa çalışdısa da, ayağı nəyə isə ilişdi (işığı yandırmaq istəməmişdi), kətil idi, onu kənara çəkib öz otağına girdi, bir istədi, yol çantasını açsın, pal-paltarını elə indicə yerbəyer eləsin, amma o qədər yorulmuşdu ki, tənbəlliyi güc gəldi, birtəhər soyunub özünü yıxdı çarpayıya, ondan çıxmayan iş, bu qədər təəssüratın beyninə, gözünə, qəlbinə girməsinə baxmayaraq başı balınca toxunan kimi az qala başına dəyən ulduzları da, üzüyuxarı yağan yağışı da, Vəng dağını da, mağaranı, yazını da, Afaqı da, onun ifritə anasını da, Mübariz kişinin özünü də ( F.Q.-nin dodağına yüngülcə təbəssüm qondu, bəlkə Mübarizin adının çəkilməsini duydu?!)