Thanks you, - it has hesitated, but has then dared to take pleasure last time in this word, - favourite.
She any more did not hear this magic word. She already heard nothing and did not see, being lost in illusive embraces of Iwo
in the dream...
She did not see, how it has cautiously got a knife from a pocket. That, with the direct steel edge, the idle time...
Trying not to rustle, it has departed from it on some steps though it uncontrollably pulled back. Has threatened... He knew
where to beat. There, where the fire where feeling fire alive devoured his soul inflamed.
One exact blow in heart it has stopped the sufferings.
... Iwo gently embraced her, with kisses softening inevitability. She has smiled in the sleep and has spent a hand on a floor
near to itself. In the sleep it has caught his hand, for some reason cold and lifeless, and has pressed to a breast.
TH I love you, - she has whispered.
Laskoju death to it the silence of a room has responded.
Death rooms.
Chapter 30.
From Adriany there was only a white dress. Innocent, air as she, it lay in several metres from it, reminding of tragedy.
At first he did not feel anything. He could begin to cry, but tears have come to an end. It could write off all on strange
impression which was made on it by this strange room which has caused this strange act, but did not wish to justify lie. It
could not sustain and kill itself(himself), but did not move. It - not the coward. He is a person.
It simply sat on a floor, hands having clasped a head and thought: "I have killed her. I have killed her! I have killed her!!!" He
has started to repeat it aloud. Again and again he repeated three words and felt that the inevitable repentance gradually
comes, breaking off its heart on pieces.
At last he began to shout at the top of the voice "I has killed her, I have killed her", then it has replaced "it" with "you" as if it
is still live and somewhere nearby... But even it has not found simplification in shout, and the repentance all rose to a throat
more close, without allowing to think, without allowing to live...