And to whom it allowed to create this substance that corrodes any material, whether it be metal of a wall either... Or... The
person? He could not believe in it, is not dared to check up, but knew. If it in them, means, it is death.
He thought of it all time. All time it felt a stomach, tried to make out a contour, sometimes saw something reminding an oblong
flask. Sweat acted on a forehead, the fear covered it, the despair heated in mad desire to live...
It is live. While it is live. And while it is live, it should find it. Yet late. While it is live...
Some hours ago to it the thought has suddenly come to a head that Grejs too will die. During that moment of a paint have
grown dim, any hope has died away. Justice has disappeared. Justice will die with it. No, they will die together... And he will
embrace it, to admire its noble, unapproachable beauty, will ask it to remain with it and to know that it is impossible...
What for you have made it? - Has silently asked Adriana.
He has recollected not at once that she still knows nothing. And having recollected, was delighted. Let trusts...
It. What have you made with me?
, it... You see Odri, me it was necessary to check up something.
You will not tell about it to the Plenty?
Glory of Justice, the babe, it not of what you think!
It has caught itself(himself) that talks to it, as with one of the wards. And the smile on his face flickered same... Assured,
hardly derisive, but the main thing - kind.
Th I do not wish to think of it.
It has lifted on it eyes. It stood directly, is proud, in an emphasis looking at it. One this sight could force to lay out the client of
lines knows, how many. And how many its body would cost... It is divine. It is divine in the surprising beauty, pure and
untouched.
And here he has suddenly dared. Sooner or later she learns. And the beautiful face will be deformed by a pain, will be
saddened by tears, and then, sometime, the person it will disfigure substance, and from the face there will be only ashes...