So it is strong that has killed.
Even air here was another. Easy, transparent, impregnated with sweet aroma of its spirits. Poison could not reach its spirits...
"But why? Why I here? In this room, which..."
And here he has understood that this for a room.
Wishing to believe in that, in it is impossible what to trust and it is impossible, he has aloud said:
"This room last. And, obviously, I the first who has reached it".
Fleeting pride has shined his face, but has there and then grown dim. This room has transformed his wife into finest of many,
and it is in lowest of people.
"But is not present, - he has there and then objected itself(himself), - not the room is guilty, a room here there is nothing. It is
all it..."
He has said last words without rage. Without contempt. Unconscious.
Feelings does not remain. And that it the first, has not brought neither pleasures, nor a grief. Only the repentance still gnawed
soul, but he preferred not to pay attention...
"Simply it is the end", - he has indifferently concluded.
And during the following moment when the repentance became suddenly intolerable, he has realised all cruelty Fair.
No, the Justice.
Chapter 31.
Here which day it simply sat and looked, without coming off, in one point. It seems, very slowly, but so truly that cannot be
more truly, it has started to lose mind as recently has lost the humanity.
Hours it sat so, and in the opinion of it those reflected lights of which he observed time back have started to be reflected.
And its eyes for some reason all became more dark and more dark, yet did not become same black, as a velvet on walls from
which treasured patches of light have disappeared. Now they flashed only in his eyes...
He did not want is, to drink, he did not wish to feel and reflect. It sat and looked continuously in one point which, of course,
actually did not exist on a smooth surface of a persistent gloom. She lived only in its imagination...
He lived now only in the imagination, and its eyes all darkened and darkened, and light in them grew dull every day. It also
sat without moving, looked in one point... All also its clothes lay scattered somewhere nearby, also somewhere the white
dress which he was afraid to see nearby was based. But even more he was afraid to admit to itself(himself) it.