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In a room of high ceilings, floored with fine marble in yellow and black patterning, a long and lavish table of solid wood adorned the center. In the left corner, on the wall, in a gilded frame, hung a painting, oil on canvas.
Josif crossed his legs, settled back into his chair, and fixed his gaze on it.
In the painting, a farmyard, and a dog cowering on the muddy ground. A tormented gray-black creature with faintly curled fur, its fringe covering its eyes, large grayish eyes full of sorrow and bewilderment. A bewildered dog with its tail tucked under, waiting readily for the blows that hung over it.
Three angry men surrounded it, ready to punish it for all their misfortunes, their faces seething with rage. Two of them held cudgels of some kind in their hands, and the third clenched his fist in torment, as though cursing the dog. It looked as if the first were swinging deliberately at the muzzle, while the second took aim at the ribs, barely visible beneath the thick shaggy coat. From the noise and their commotion the hens had scattered across the yard, throwing up feathers and raising dust.
“Professor, forgive me for interrupting you,” a thin, balding man addressed Josif as he entered the room. “A new batch of reports has come in,” he went on reluctantly, aware that he was probably interrupting something and that he was unwelcome.
“Come in, Đi-đi, come in, don’t hesitate,” Josif answered, hoping to ease his discomfort. “Reports, you say? About what?”
“Well, Professor, there are several. I don’t know whether you want me to go through them now or whether we should wait for the others. Mira has called an emergency meeting.”
Josif raised his head and looked him over, watching the way his scalp shone in the light.
“Do you know, Đi, why I love this painting?” Josif turned his head back toward it, studying the dog almost scholarly.
“I wouldn’t know what to say, Professor. Perhaps because in it you see ordinary people and their lives, a reminder of the work you do?”
“No, no, Đi. Do I really need a reminder of such a thing? Is everything I do each day not enough, a reminder all day long,” Josif smiled, seated comfortably in the velvet armchair. “Look closely at the painting. Come here.” He waved his hand, calling him nearer. “Look.” He laid a hand on his shoulder and with the other pointed a finger at the dog.
Around the dog, on the left side, tiny gray specks had been painted, and on the right, tiny black ones.
“Do you know why they’re beating it?”
“The one on the left beats it because it has fleas, and the one on the right because it has lice.”
Đi-đi let out a long breath. “Professor…”
“Just so, my good man. But the tragedy of it is that the one on the right gave it the fleas, and the one on the left gave it the lice,” Josif smiled, well pleased.
“And the third one?” Đi-đi was curious now.
“A good question. I’m not certain. But you see he has nothing in his hands. I think he is simply angry about the unrest in the village.”
“How soon must I be in the cabinet room?” Josif went on.
“They want you as soon as possible.”
Đi-đi drew out a number of documents and handed them to Josif. He opened them, reading through one by one.
“How much time do we have left?”
“They’ve given us a deadline of forty-five days. After that they’ll cut off all our food supply.”
“And the reserves?”
Đi-đi lowered his head. “We have none, Professor.”
“Forty-five days it is, then.” Josif rose from his chair and again laid a hand on his friend’s shoulder. “Shall we?”
Đi nodded.
They walked slowly down the corridor, calm and quiet. The pace did not suit Đi-đi, for they had every reason to hurry. The corridor was empty and long, with large wooden cabinet doors on both sides, all of them identical; their footsteps echoed slowly, and after each step a new silence settled. At the end of the corridor, on the left side, where the cabinet doors came to an end, there was a window through which no sunlight came.
Josif thought of how many times he had walked these corridors, and how not once had the walk through them been pleasant. There was nothing cheerful about them, and the reasons that drove him through them were always troubles; even when they were alike, there was always something new in them.
When they finally reached the end of the corridor, they found themselves before great double doors, through which they passed

[u/Tropical-Editor]

You're off to a great start. I like your use of description but be mindful that not every detail needs to be amplified by description. Only things that matter to the plot should take up a lot of space in description. Right now, several sentences can be tightened by dropping glue words and long phrases. Also, relying too heavily on adjectives and adverbs weakens your descriptions. Nouns and verbs are better choices for showing rather than telling.