The woman starts to cry. The man became paler. Formidable portraits of king and queen were gloomily looking from the walls. Echoed muted cannonade and the station horn was playing his anxious music. Enemy billfish is attacking our stations – telling by telephone. From the town echoed noise: carts that were passing over the bridge.
…The man dropped to his knees and asked for pity. I kicked him powerfully – and he flattened on the floor.
The woman deadly whispered:
- Please, listen to me, I am mother of three children!...
I:
- Kill them!
At that moment the watchmen appeared and in half a minute the room was empty.
I went to the table then, poured wine from the decanter and drank away. Then I put my palm on my cold forehead and said:
- Next!
The degenerate came in. He advised me to postpone my affairs and consider this extraordinary case:
- A new group of Versailles was just brought in from town. It seems, all of them are nuns. They were campaigning against our commune on the fair.
I was warming to the role. The smoke was staying behind my eyes, and I was in a condition, like an extraordinary ecstasy.
I suppose that such a condition fanatics were going to jihad.
I went to the window and said:
- Enter!
…In the room appeared the crowd of nuns. I didn’t see it, but I felt it. I was watching the town. Dusk. I didn’t turn for a long time, I was relishing it: all of them will be gone in two hours! It was dusk. Before the storm, lighting cut the scenery again. On the horizon beyond the brickyard were rushed up the smokes. Versailles attacked furiously and fiercely – this was reported by telephone. On the empty paths sometimes appear trains speedily going west. In the field are staying, like heroes, guardian cavalry units.
Emergency.
In the town the shops are boarded. The town is dead in comes in wild medieval distance. In the sky stars appear and illuminate the earth by green light. Then they die out, disappear.
But I must hurry up! Behind my back stands the group of nuns. So, well, I have to hurry up: the cellar is crowded. I determinately turn out and want to say my hopeless:
- K-i-l-l-t-h-e-m!
But I turn out and see – standing in front of me my mother, my sad mother with Maria’s eyes.
