You think that it is I, but it isn't.

I am the one you are speaking to; how can I be the other one ?" "But you will die and become like that." "No, I will not die." "You will be executed.

Here is the noose." "I will be executed, but I will not die.

How can I die, when I am already--now--immortal ?" And the scientists and philosophers and hangmen would retreat, speaking--with a shudder: "Do not touch this place.

It is holy." What else was Musya thinking about?
She was thinking of many things, for to her the thread of life was not broken by Death, but kept winding along calmly and evenly.