They are dancing while hugging someone's disgusting body. they smell of fried fish, sweat and rotten teeth. occasionally, the scents of old hats and disgusting lipstick are mixed in. even they dance, and envy gnaws at you.

it's hard for a person to live with envy, because it blackens the soul, turning it into a shoe polish stain. no air passes through the shoe polish, and you can suffocate. children are jealous when they are compared to others, adults are jealous when they do not get what they would like right now. it is especially disgusting when conditions are "equal", and inequality is bursting and blooming.

you went with a delegation of colleagues to check the equipment of the Serbian fish factory near the river Spree, and in honor of this the factory decided to arrange a buffet for you. The delegation was having a great time: wonderful food, music and fun... and, of course, someone has to be superfluous at this celebration of life. Fat men with faces more like monkeys were clutching the waists of their wives, old and young, with their hideous hands, and they were all dancing. You had no one to dance with, and it was depressing. it is unpleasant to be envious, and even more unpleasant to feel like a helpless child at such moments. envy, you reassure yourself, it's very childish, you need to be above it. these fake communists, who pretended to be fighters for ideas for the sake of extra payments, got everything they could, and deprived someone. fate plays cruel jokes.

— do not worry, — Heinz, who came up to you, gently patted your shoulder with a smile adorning his full cheeks. It was as if he didn't understand what the real problem was. Klinger was chewing on something and washed it down with a big gulp of fizzy lemonade, which usually makes your colleagues hiccup for a long time. — you will still have time to dance so much that you will soon be sick of dancing, I swear to you. Would you like a schnitzel? It's very tasty.