To a stop still the floor of hour told Yury. Yes Julia thoughtfully said, being tightened by the cigaret offered them. Yury lay, starting up in a ceiling of a ring of a caustic tobacco smoke, listening attentively to a knocking of carload wheels, thinking of long ago experienced feelings, but endured today is perfect on new, about the world full and the surprises, which else was coming to open to it through so-called gate of love. As he could not notice it earlier, and this young, but grown wise experience the girl could. Now both of them, more than ever needed throughout this not so casual communication. It again entailed it to itself(himself) once again to enter through love gate into this new, but already begun to it to open the world.