How we insulted her! She was still mute, still gazed at us with wild eyes, and a shiver ran all over her.
We laughed, roared, yelled. Other people ran up from somewhere and joined us. One of us pulled Tanya by the sleeve of her blouse.
Suddenly her eyes flashed; deliberately she raised her hands to her head and straightening her hair she said loudly but calmly, straight in our faces:
"Ah, you miserable prisoners!"
And she walked straight at us, walked as directly as though we had not been before her, as though we were not blocking her way.
And hence it was that no one did actually prevent her passing.
Walking out of our ring, without turning round, she said loudly and with indescribable contempt:
"Ah, you scum—brutes."
And—was gone.
We were left in the middle of the yard, in the rain, under the gray sky without the sun.