Theodoric Volar was raised by his mother from childhood to middle age. He had kept his son carefully hidden from the real world for so long. But when his mother died, Theodoric was left alone. At every step of life he realizes that the real world is much harsher than what he thought. Rail travel was also very boring to him in his mind. But one morning in September he sat down in a second-class compartment of the train with a troubled mind. Theodoric lived in the house of a priest in their village. The neighbors weren't too bad. However, he disliked them very much for their disorderly way of life. The horse-drawn carriage that was supposed to take Theodoric to the station was never ready. This is what happened every time I went. He rushed in like a blind man to groom the horse. Who knew then that it would be his tomorrow. The smell of rats, along with the other smells of the stables, made her feel dizzy. Not only was he afraid of rats, but he had always had an insatiable aversion to them. the train

Far from the platform, the stench of the stable still lingered in his nose, and he was quite embarrassed to discover some stubble on his clothes. Turning from fantasy to reality and looking into the compartment, he saw that his fellow passengers were only one and a woman. Maybe his age. The woman seems more interested in taking a nap than looking at him. The next station is about an hour late. The train compartment was a bit old fashioned. There is no communication system with other compartments. So he was reassured that he could enjoy semi-solitude during this part of the journey. The train started moving at normal speed. Only then did he realize that there was someone other than him and the woman in the compartment. Completely oblivious to its existence, it is none other than a mouse that is trying to sneak up on its feet. It must have gotten into the pants while grooming the horses in the stables. After kicking, shaking, and a lot of poking and prodding, did it get out? Instead, he went deeper. It was really hard for him to bear the appearance of wandering rats (which were doubles in his imagination) for hours. It did not occur to him how to get rid of it without undressing. He blushed at the thought of having to undress in front of a sleeping woman, even with good reason. Till today he could not even think of opening a woman's socks.

Meanwhile, the problem continues to grow. He didn't know what to do now. As soon as the rat started moving again, he jumped up and stood up. The baby mouse must have been a member of an alapine club before. Sometimes it went up over his leg, sometimes it dropped a few inches in an overzealous ascent. As he tried to do so, the mouse, greatly annoyed, bit Theozoric's leg. Finally, out of desperation, he was forced to take the most daring decision of his life. The tips of his ears turned red with embarrassment. Keeping a keen eye on the sleeping lady passenger, he quietly, and with great haste, tied the blanket across the rail. Standing in that small place, take off his clothes as quickly as possible to see the mouse trap

Virat jumped out to get rid of it and fell on the blanket. The blanket was also loosely tied and fell to the ground with a noise.

Just then the woman opened her eyes. Theodoric sprang to his feet, scurrying faster than a rat onto the blanket and pulling it up to his snout to cover his nakedness. He stood in a corner of the compartment as if losing energy. Helplessly he stood for a moment, when the lady reached out to pull the chain. The woman, however, gazed at her companion's strange attire in silence. His strange expression gave no indication of exactly how much he had seen. As he thought, Theodoric's forehead and neck felt pain from the blood pressure. He felt a shiver near his head.

said Theodoric desperately.'

Really, I'm sorry, replied the woman. I was thinking of asking you to open the window a little.

Malaria, I think,' said Theodoric, chattering his teeth, as though fear was more than enough to make the fiction believable.

I've got some brandy in my hold-all, if you'll put out your hand and pass it to me, said the fellow-traveller.

No, not 'I mean I don't need anything for it,' said Theodoric, hastening to reassure the lady.

You have probably traveled a lot in summer countries. Theodoric's knowledge of this summer country was limited to a packet of tea a year sent by his uncle from Sinhalese. Thought malaria came from there. He thought he would tell the truth slowly.

Well, what scares you of mice? he asked the lady blushing.

Just as Bishop Hatto was eaten by a group of rats, there is nothing to fear if a group of rats does not come. But why are you asking this?

A rat had crawled into my clothes, Theodoric's own voice seemed unfamiliar to himself. What an awkward situation.

Indeed, if you have a habit of wearing tight clothes. After thinking for a moment, the woman said again, "Mice have a strange ability to relax again."

While you were sleeping I undressed and took out the mouse, swallowed a bit and said again, and that's how I am.

"Whatever you say, you must not be cold enough to chase a mouse," the woman said with a wry smile. How this joke seemed to Theodoric. Rather, if a hundred rats walked over his chest, he would not feel bad about it. The blood of his entire body came to his face in shame. His anguish turned to fear as he realized that the train was moving towards the increasingly crowded station. A pair of eyes flicked from one corner of the compartment to the other knowing that he would have to make the right decision in a few minutes, hoping the woman would fall asleep again. But as time progressed that possibility started to fade. Despite repeated sneak peeks, the woman's eyes could not see a hint of sleep.

I think we have arrived, said the woman.

Why did the words shock Theodoric's consciousness. It's just about the end of their journey. So, scurrying like a chased animal, he jumped down and pulled off his untied clothes. Heart pounding in chest, dry throat and numb feeling in his head, he understood that the speed of the train was slowing down, that is, it would reach the station very soon. The cold silence in the other corner of the compartment, he didn't have the courage to look at it. Theodoric came to his seat in a circle and sat down. At one point the train stopped and the woman spoke up.

Will you please call a porter to take me to the car?' M woman said I know you are not well, but still I feel bad to trouble you. But surely you can understand how helpless a blind person like me is at a railway station.