"Go to sleep, Elena. It's bad enough for you to slop around the cabin all day long and pretend to be half sick, so that I have to cook my own supper. Don't keep me awake now."
"But I've got to tell you what I saw. I'm so lonely that if you don't talk to me about it I'll know that I'm going mad."
"Oh, all right."
"Put your head right here, Maksim. Now, can you see the power lines where they go over the river?"
"No."
"Can't you see them, with the moon behind the towers?"
"No."
She looked, too, and said disappointedly, "No, I suppose you can't. Now there's a cloud across the face of the moon. Well, do you know what I saw?"
"No."
"I saw a man walking the wires right over the river. Just like a tight-rope walker. He was a little man hunched over and he looked just like one of the dwarfs that you see in old fairy story books carrying little sacks over their shoulders. Maksim, am I going mad?"