Hochul was wearing Zoya's glasses whose perscription did not fit his eyes. Whatever he was seeing was blurred and metamorphosed.

Few days ago, Randy came to me and said, you should cheer Hochul up; he looks depressed. I talked to Hochul as told, and asked him what made him depressed. Hochul looked at me as if he heard something ridicoulous and said, Well, I am actually depressed by Randy. She picked on my grammar so much that I got annoyed. It's fine though. I felt sorry for Hochul since I also sometimes pick on his grammar, but felt sorrier for Randy, who unknowingly depressed him.