They stopped on the way home and picked up good bread, butter, and caviar from the Russian market. As an afterthought they bought a bottle of red wine from the Baltic.
She spread two pages of newspaper on the large table and they feasted, while reading passages aloud from Chekhov and Dostoyevsky.
After eating bread and caviar and drinking the Baltic wine and reading from the great Russian writers, they crumpled the newspaper into the wastebasket and went to bed.
Did they dream? If so, of what?
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