Come here." It was dark in the room, and we were silent for a long time, without seeing each other, yet thinking of the same thing.

And when I started to speak, it seemed to me that some one else was speaking; I was not afraid, yet the voice of the other one was hoarse, as though suffocating for thirst.
"What shall it be ?" "And--they ?" "You will be with them.

It will be enough for them to have a mother.

I cannot remain." "And I?
Can I ?" I know that she did not stir from her place, but I felt distinctly that she was going away, that she was far--far away.

I began to feel so cold, I stretched out my hands--but she pushed them aside.
"People have such a holiday once in a hundred years, and you want to deprive me of it.