...in afew days this whole...ideal Rusanov family with two older and two younger children, with their completely well-ordered life and their spotless apartment, unstintingly furnished had receded until it had vanished on the other side of the tumor. No matter what happened to the father, they were alive and wouldgo on living. No matter how they might worly, exhibit concern, or weep now, the tumor had divided him from them like a wall, and he remained alone on this side of it.