You will die. You know that will die. So what for to struggle for justice which you already start to doubt, and in an hour per a
court hall you will understand, what it is not present?
The victim looked at it scaredly, eyes of the animal driven into a corner.
You lie! - the victim has told and again has begun to explain Fair that it has turned out casually, without its participation.
Th too would wish so to think, - has said in low tones Grejs and left a room, having darted a farewell glance at a victim.
The fair has not awarded with its attention.
But Fair in the following room of it has not made. Having heard its voice, it is deceptive restrained, it is deceptive truthful,
Antony has slowly risen because of a table. Its victim for an instant has broken off, without trusting the happiness.
Grejs? - Not that has asked, not that was confirmed by him, without knowing what to tell and what to make.
Yes, Antony. You are surprised?
Well, obviously, I have committed an error, - he has irresolutely murmured, feverishly thinking that it is better to make: to grind
it back or to inform Iwo.
But Grejs herself has prompted it the decision:
Where Iwo? - She has asked and was surprised that the name it was not gave by a pain in a shower.
You wish to see it? - Has cautiously asked again Antony, guessing, why her eyes remained is light grey and transparent while
should be black, with justice reflexions in them.
Where Iwo? - Has repeated Grejs.
Its voice has changed. Became firm, rigid. Severe. Justice has learnt to its cruelty.
You will find it in one of rooms, - Antony has unwillingly answered, having understood that it will go up to the end. To stop this
woman it was senseless not so much, how many it is dangerous.
Good-bye, Antony, - has told Grejs and has smiled to it at parting.
Antony has felt that sweat has acted on a forehead from its smile. A soft, tender smile from which conducted death. Really
his death?
The room flashed behind a room, the surprised exclamations of those Fair who knew it who saw its love, its victory over
poisonous substance, its defeat from itself, were carried by in ears not clear, nothing by the meaning sounds, the scared,
enthusiastic sights hardly got ready to hold in its consciousness. But the consciousness it was occupied now only with it.