—You had a feeling of death then, too. In fact, the man did die.
—Don't dispute. It's all the same to you.
[Silence. Cries.
—How strange man's crying is! When you yourself are ill and cry, you don't notice how strange it is. I can't imagine the mouth that produces such sounds. Can it be a woman's mouth? I can't imagine it.
—It's as if it got twisted and crooked.
—As if the sound issued from some depth. Now it's like the cry of someone drowning. Listen, she's choking.
—A heavy person is sitting on her chest.
—Someone is choking her.
[The crying ceases.
—At last she has quieted down. You get tired of crying. It's monotonous and not beautiful.