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Updated: May 4, 2025
One day, Volodya brings her some apples, flowers, and a doll that his little sister has given him. "Why is she always so sad?" he asks Maroussya's brother. "It is on account of the grey stone," he replies. "Yes, the grey stone," repeated Maroussya, like a feeble echo. "What grey stone?" "The grey stone that has sucked the life out of her," explained Vanek, gazing at the sky.
I did not exactly understand the meaning of Tibertius' words, but I felt dimly that they veiled some terrible reality. The grey stone was, in fact, sucking out the life of this frail child. But how could grey stones do it? How could this hard and formless thing worm itself into Maroussya's very soul, and make the ruddy glow disappear from her cheeks and the brilliancy from her eyes?
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