“...I took another step towards the parapet and put my hand into my purse, looking for a handkerchief. At that second, the engine roared, as it seemed to me, right in front of me. Let me remind you that the light coming from the club was shining into my eyes, so it was hard for me to see. Guided more by hearing than by sight, I jumped to the left and saw a huge jeep rushing straight at me. I had to jump again, then again. I pressed myself against the wall of an ancient stone gazebo that was on the way. The jeep turned around exactly in the place where I stood two steps before, and did not turn over, although I wished it to, God forgive me. It seemed to me that the slippery side of the jeep, shining dully in its own shadow, almost touched me. The impression was not pleasant...”