See how sensible I am: I shall go to-morrow.

I shall give the children away and find you." "Comrade," said I.
"Yes, comrade." Through the open windows came the breath of the fields, and silence, and from time to time, the cheerful strokes of the axe, and I sat by the table and looked and listened, and everything was so mysteriously new that I felt like laughing.

I looked at the walls and they seemed to me to be transparent.

As if embracing all eternity with one glance, I saw how all these walls had been built, I saw how they were being destroyed, and I alone always was and always will be.

Everything will pass, but I shall remain.