It, but not it. The girl all as stood, having nestled on the Plenty, stood obstinately, knowing that will not surrender. And silently
the pain suffered, feeling, as slowly cold bracelets break a skin from its coddled, white hands. The plenty stood nearby, but
did not feel anything. "Reconcile, - he mentally asked the wife, cautiously pushing downwards, - we have lost. Obey". It did
not move. When the pain became intolerable, she has exclaimed:
TH I demand justice! I demand the repeated...
The Justice name, - with pressing the judge has repeated, one movement of a hand forcing it to lose gradually forces and to
fall on the earth, - I order to you: on knees!
It has helplessly fallen in hands of the husband which already waited for it there, below, in humiliation. Its salty tears have
burnt its heart a pain, but it could not make anything. Could not any more... The Plenty has embraced her for shoulders, has
kissed blood-stained hands, has whispered consolation words. They did not hear a sentence - they were together, and this
main thing.
The woman in a black corset has shuddered. The word "imprisonment" has pulled out it from thoughts that all not so is bad
and that will release it sooner or later. Any more will not release...
... To an imprisonment in death rooms, as to the most fair punishment in my opinion, Antonija, the Fair judge and the head of
Court.
All is terminated. The green-eyed man has thrown up a head - last time has seen the sky, the sun, has inhaled this sweet,
desired air of freedom. More he will not see the sky... Only these three people. He has inspected all by turns. The sight was
late on the woman in a corset. And after all it is beautiful! It is beautiful that risky, dangerous beauty which he so loved also
which so admired. Grey eyes are indifferent, at lips the rigid fold has lain. This woman severe, strong... As well as it.
It did not reduce from the woman of eyes while its roving glance has not met the eyes from it. Minute the woman looked at it -
studied, as if a museum piece, has then looked away. The smile has not touched a lip, the look was not softened. It was as if
from a stone - same unreal, insensible, passionless. It was not such with whom he has got used to deal - these poor excuses
for women ran after any passer, thinking only of money, about own life, without knowing neither love, nor caress. It was
another...