The woman in a corset of the first has risen from knees. Invisible threads have immediately disappeared from her hands. The
woman has reconciled. It has spent a hand on a fair hair hardly getting to shoulders and visually dividing person by hair
parting on two equal, absolutely symmetric half. Its movements have appeared unexpectedly graceful, perfected.
"The actress? - The green-eyed man thought, observing of it, - the Singer? The dancer?"
"The old woman, - thought the young girl, because of a shoulder of the husband imperceptibly watching how in a vice of a
corset the breast of the woman hard rises, - even for a sentence has dressed up. And what for to hide the figure? At you it all
the same is not present".
The plenty did not pay any attention to the woman. It as the doctor as the husband and it is simple as the compassionate
person more was stirred by the hands of the wife torn up to pieces in blood.
"It would be necessary to wash out, - he thought, carefully examining the suffered wrists, - to redress... But, of course, now it
has no value".
His wife has risen last. On its person tears still flew, she all also demanded justice... But unless it not the Justice City? And
unless not Fair has sentenced them? Why then its soul appeals all to the same great, indestructible Justice?
Chapter 2.
Them conducted on a narrow, infinite corridor, without light, without heat. It seemed, it never will come to an end... But here
they have stopped before an imperceptible, small door. The plenty has felt, how on a body has run a shiver. He too was
afraid of death... He and could not get used to death, realise it and forgive. And after all should...
The corridor has come to an end suddenly, but nevertheless not so suddenly as them have lifted from knees and have
forced to go, stumbling about stones - last time. Have stopped before a small white door - strange, unusually white in this
bottomless gloom. It was the end.
The door has opened and... Has occurred nothing. Nobody has lost consciousness, nobody has trembled, nobody's blood
has not spilt. Only Adriana has more strong compressed his hand. It always compressed his hand when worried...