Qurrel is chasing you in a circle. You want to run ahead of him so that when he tries to hit you with a spell, it bounces off the mirror in the middle of the room and hits him. Do this until he runs out of stamina.
The title of the poem tells us that there is a kind of story almost of middle-length size novella in this short poem. We see a husband and wife in conflict, using harsh words to each other, and the children also in qurrel in the attic. After quarrel, the man goes out for a walk, while the woman stays home. The man may go to the bar to get soaked with alcohol, and the woman may throw the dishes against the wall to find vent for her anger. It's kind of routine job for them, after a fight, one going out, the other staying home, and later they get back to the routine. As usual, he forgets to take his key and rings the door bell, then the woman opens the door for him, still crying on the stairs. However, she feels no emotional intensity from him and has no warm blood left in her heart. In the outside, like their minds separate to each other, the stars,scattered in the sky, begins to blink one by one.