“Well, what’d you dream of this time, Gorbunov?”
“Oh, mushrooms, mostly.” “Mushrooms! What the hell!
Again?” “Again.” “You really make me laugh.”
“And why is that? It isn’t laughable.
According to the doctor, Gorchakov,
sleep is the stuff that keeps us normal.” “Well,
I simply meant your dream’s not new enough.
That’s all.” “What if no other dream will dwell
inside my head?” “We Leningraders have
a thousand dreams. You’ve got the chanterelle.”