Grejs, I here for a crime which did not make and consequently I have the right to push luck.
He hoped that she will not ask. But she has asked, sadly having smiled:
I? Fair, you cross Justice.
TH I do not wish to cross through myself.
At that moment it again became the person. That young, hot, touching the young man in which it consoled which taught with
which argued over Justice... And to which has dared to tell the truth.
But here eyes it were again clouded by a haze. The Justice gloom. It changed nothing...
The aperture was square, small, in metre from a floor. To climb through in it and to appear in the light of which hurt the eyes
and dimmed itself that waited for it on that, to other party, saving or pernicious, it was necessary to move cautiously,
accurately, slowly. Having pushed at first one foot, then another, and without having felt underfoot a support, and only
emptiness, he has suddenly recollected that is important. Most important. More important emptiness underfoot, care and light
of long-awaited freedom.
He has recollected that should it tell. That is fair to tell to it. She by all means should know about it...
Grejs, I wish to tell to you something...
It sat in this aperture, feet having lowered in uncertainty. Having leant back back, he has given a hand to it, other hand
keeping not to fail in an aperture. In emptiness.
Before she has understood that occurs, before she has realised that it does and what to do it it is impossible... Before she
has had time to exclaim: "Is not present, the Plenty, it is not necessary!", its hand was suddenly unclenched from sudden,
such unfamiliar sensation.
From a breast shout was pulled out. Shout became louder and louder, and has then turned to groan. And its hand was
unclenched, and it would fail there, to light...
But last minutes it has made of comprehension of an event one more, last decision. He wished to die here... With it.
It has fallen back, and the fur covering has accepted it in the embraces... He felt a burning pain, intolerable, sharp as if
thousand knifes have woken up in it and have started to cut, cut, in it, to cut all without analysis...