I will kiss you as we Russians kiss at Easter—the three kisses of peace.
[She kisses him three times on the mouth as in ritual solemnity.]
DAVID [Very calmly]
Easter was the date of the massacre—see! I am at peace.
VERA
God grant it endure!
[They stand quietly hand in hand.]
Look! How beautiful the sunset is after the storm!
[David turns. The sunset, which has begun to grow beautiful just after Vera's entrance, has now reached its most magnificent moment; below there are narrow lines of saffron and pale gold, but above the whole sky is one glory of burning flame.]
DAVID [Prophetically exalted by the spectacle]