have
its limits?

Mastan would quietly think about this only when sitting in the
office of his small study. Sometimes, he would provide such answers
to his own questions that he would get frustrated and nervous,
pound the folders on his desk, leave his study, calm himself
down by smoking a cigarette as he wandered in the semi-dark corridors
of the dormitory. But it wouldn't last long and he would get
afraid that the watchful "projectors" that lit up his
apartment's interior would do the same with his brain, enabling
the neighbors to see everything in his head as clearly as they
saw everything in his house.It was as if this disease - like
solicitude and kindness of Mastan's building was increasing,
day by day, instead of becoming less. It seemed to Mastan that
the building was trembling with kindness from theneighbors,
the apartments, balconies and garages were coming closer and
turning into a single large area, melting the walls between them.
The kindness of the building even affected the dogs and cats
as well. These street animals, which were usually chasing after
each other, started licking one another all day long.

And when the summer came Mastan's trouble would only become more
serious, it was as though a rock as big as the building of the
dormitory was falling on Mastan's head from the sky. During the
summer time, the dormitory would empty out and Mastan could not
find any work there so he would have to spend most of his time
among his kind neighbors.

After thinking a lot on one such summer day, Mastan decided to
move to his sister's dacha (country house) in order to get away
from this