-Are you afraid? I’ll get knock the door-
He turned around, but at the same Sörman fell down the stairs. Brake stepped aside, I felt a sharp blow over the left chest and fell.
-Let me not forget, ‘he murmured. A doll, a doll-
He could not understand why he was lying there on the street, and why Sörman lay there. But it bothered him not large. He was only anxious that he should forget about the doll. A man has his work, his business, his troubles, a trifle him fall easily from memory.
But he would not forget the doll-on no-
Korn lightning danced on top of the slopes. The clouds chased, who lost birds, bustle of anxiety and storm.
YES Brake lay on his back, staring up at the lightning illuminated clouds. It was to him something new and unusual, and he marveled. But finally he was tired of dancing and closed his