"I never saw anything like that."
"A motorcycle."
"In a tree …"
"Why did They put it there?"
The two workers looked at the tree for a long time. It was unmistakably a motorcycle, lashed to two limbs well above the height of a man's head. But neither moved toward it. The tall, old worker said, "Let's leave it alone. Perhaps it's from Over There, and you know what happens if you even notice things from Over There. We never even came into this part of the woods, did we?"
"No, no, no, no," babbled the younger one.
NAKHTAKHU, MAY 10: THE LONELIEST POST OFFICE
"There's nobody here named Loginov," said the postmaster to his wife. "In fact, you might even say there's nobody here."
The wife waddled over to the counter and looked at the package which her husband was holding. He was still wearing his old overcoat. The courier postal launch had just left. The package was the biggest thing in the sack. She looked at the outside, though she could not read.
At last she declared, "No priest or gentleman wrote that."