’ ‘What? Do tell me.’ It took Angela several moments to begin forming the words. ‘I’m sorry, child. You are a child of rape—not a rape of ...sexual desire but one of anger. And some would even say a justified anger.’ ‘Dennis raped my mother, and I was the result of that?’ ‘Yes. But out of rage, not desire or lust. Desire was your mother’s and my sin. It wasn’t Dennis’. Surely you’ve seen through the years how close your mother and I were. We were as close as two people could get. We were lovers.. The whole effect wasunderstated; he was trying to pass, not stand out in a crowd, or make animpression.So what did it all mean? What was this going to do to our marriage? Wehad been married for a little over a year, and it had been a very goodyear. We were a bit of an unusual match. I was twenty-nine and he wastwenty-four. We both came from well-off families. I had met him at anexhibition on renovation and redecoration techniques. He had come acrossas smart and talented without that sometimes. We’re in Studio A, the big one, and I can’t stop walking around marveling at it. Am I really here? Am I seriously being handed this incredible space, on someone else’s dime, to make a record? It seems so impossibly ludicrous now that it’s happening. All I know for sure is that Studio A is a monster. Bigger than you would ever imagine. It has three bathrooms and a kitchen. Seriously. That’s how awesomely huge this place is. The control room looks like a cross between a very expensive home movie. “„You are right,“ laughed Yulia. „I dont want her to freeze, she has been frequently ill. But I go to the lake anyway.“„Yulia, you look, that girls are not freezing!“Now Yulia united with friends. Like it was predicted, Masha and Anzhelika were clothed very warmly. „What you wear?“ I asked Anzhelika, the shortest of three girls. She thought a moment and listed: „Knickers, wool pants, two pairs of socks, felt boots, a long shirt, plain shirt, sweater, woolen sweater, hooded jacket, wool mittens,.