Karpo took off his jacket and holster and sat on his bed looking at the painting that Mathilde had given the Rostnikovs. In the foreground the figure of a woman reclined, looking up a grassy hill away from the viewer, her red hair billowing in a gentle wind. At the top of the grassy hill stood a small house. Karpo looked at the woman and joined her in looking up the hill at the house. He sat looking for perhaps an hour before he lay back, fully clothed, and fell asleep. For the first time since he was a small child, he slept with the lights on.
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