only Mastan's family. All the tenants of
the building - all 150 families - felt the same way. Maybe, that
was the reason why no accident had ever happened up to that time
in any of those 150 apartments.

The only place where Mastan could feel comfortable was in his
study. Every day when he arrived at his office, he would lock
the door from the inside, sit in his chair, look around and enjoy
the strange loneliness of his study. His study was the only place
that provided any solace for Mastan. Sometimes, he would look
around his study and his heart would start to beat because he
was afraid that this loneliness could disappear one day. Then
he would chase away these frightening thoughts and be proud of
his small refuge. He would think: "Four walls, the ceiling,
thefloor and me." This small room was turning into such
a sweet and charming place for him that if no one would have
criticized him, he would have brought his bed to his study and
slept there.

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Mastan's apartment had
three rooms. Each of those rooms was twice as spacious and full
of light as his study. In addition, there was beautiful furniture,
comfortable, soft couches and carpets in his apartment. In spite
of all these things, he found comfort only in his small study
and this situation made Mastan feel very strange.

Maybe the reason was that Mastan could sit as he liked in his
study. If he wanted to, he could even put his feet up on his
desk. He could snap his fingers for two hours, write poems and
take off his