We crossed corridors and came to the place. The old woman opened a door and pushed me forward, whispering, "I will come to take you back."
A match flared up for a moment and in the darkness a familiar face lit up, and I heard her voice say:
"Lock the door."
I locked it.
I felt along the wall till I reached the stove, leaned up against it and asked:
"Will there be no light?"
The girl gave a little laugh. "What kind of a light?" she asked.
"Oh, you wanton!" I thought to myself, but remained silent.
I could hardly make out the girl. She was in the dark, like a black cloud in a stormy sky.
"Why don't you speak?" she asked. Her voice was masterful.