Like an echo.
No one is buying anything.
SARAH.
One might think that all the people have died so as not to buy anything. One might think that we remained alone with our stores in the whole world—we alone in the whole world.
PURIKES.
Like an echo.
We alone.
BEZKRAINY.
The sun has burnt all the customers—only the shopkeepers remained.
Silence. The soft sobbing of Sonka is heard.