collection moves from a dissolving evening promenade into a jasmine-scented church garden, where a lanky young man meets the volatile Piroska for a breathless, anxious exchange about escape, dread, and desire before she bolts into the dark. It then shifts to a first-person meditation on a bridge at dusk, observing passersby and spiraling into reflections on anonymity, compassion, memory, and the pull of infinity. Next comes the vignette of Szoboszlai Gábor, a staggering horse-dealer who declares his own name as he haggles and laments on conscription day. A tobacco-shop scene follows, with Nelli humming a wistful tune as she tends the small trade, thinks of a vanished correspondent-soldier, and quietly fights back tears. The section closes with two drunks arriving at a bodega before dawn, their clumsy gallantry and soda-water farce providing a rueful comic coda. (This is an automatically generated summary.)