Golyshkin. Really?
Myshevsky. You have my word! Farewell, professor!
Ogranovich. All the best, lucky one!
Vykhuholev. See you soon! I think our next meeting is inevitable.
Golyshkin. Goodbye, friends! Olenka, I don’t say goodbye to you, see you tonight!
Everyone leaves. Golyshkin slowly walks around the apartment, looking into the rooms and turning off the lights. Finally, the lights go out everywhere. In the darkness, the creak of the last door is heard. And a moment later, a piercing scream is heard: “Damn you, Hermes Trismegistus!” And the next moment an old clock starts beating in the hallway. In the darkness it sounds solemn and even terrifying, like the Commander’s footsteps.
