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All alarm and agitation had passed, the fatigued body had dissolved in the darkness, and her joyously wearied fancy calmly created bright images, carried away by their color and their peaceful tranquillity. Musya recalled three of her comrades who had been hanged but a short time before, and their faces seemed bright and happy and near to her nearer than those in life.
"I will be executed, but I will not die. How can I die, when I am already now immortal?" And the scientists and philosophers and hangmen would retreat, speaking with a shudder: "Do not touch this place. It is holy." What else was Musya thinking about? She was thinking of many things, for to her the thread of life was not broken by Death, but kept winding along calmly and evenly.
"Yes," he answered, "yes, Musya, yes." They understood each other and something was firmly settled between them at this moment. And his eyes glistening, Werner again became agitated and quickly stepped over to Sergey. "Seryozha!" But Tanya Kovalchuk answered. Almost crying with maternal pride, she tugged Sergey frantically by the sleeve. "Listen, Werner!
For some reason or other they all in turn had thought that she would doubtless soon marry, and this had offended her she wanted no husband. And recalling these half-jesting conversations with Musya, and the fact that now Musya was actually condemned to death, she choked with tears in her maternal pity.
Musya thought: "Is it possible that this is Death? My God! How beautiful it is! Or is it Life? I do not know. I do not know. I will look and listen." Her hearing had long given way to her imagination from the first moment of her imprisonment.
Thus does a man think with joy in the morning of the house of his friends where he is to go in the evening, and a greeting rises to his smiling lips. Musya became very tired from walking. She lay down cautiously on the cot and continued to dream with slightly closed eyes. The clock-bell rang unceasingly, stirring the mute silence, and bright, singing images floated calmly before her.
Don't you despise me? You had better not do it. I shan't be angry at you." Musya was silent, and in the faint light of dawn her face was pale and enigmatic. Then suddenly she walked over to Tsiganok quickly, and, throwing her arms about his neck, kissed him firmly upon his lips.
"My love which is as broad as the sea," echoed Sergey, thoughtfully, carried away by the sound of her voice and by her words. "My love which is as broad as the sea," repeated Werner, and suddenly he spoke wonderingly, cheerfully: "Musya, how young you are!" Suddenly Tsiganok whispered warmly, out of breath, right into Werner's ear: "Master! master! There's the forest! My God! what's that?
Look, she is really laughing," he said, clasping Werner's knee with his clutching, iron-like fingers. "Look, look!" Reddening, smiling confusedly, Musya also gazed straight into his sharp and wildly searching eyes. The wheels rattled fast and noisily. The small cars kept hopping along the narrow rails.
Now the band came up alongside of her window and the cell was filled with merry, rhythmic, harmoniously blended sounds. One large brass trumpet brayed harshly out of tune, now too late, now comically running ahead Musya could almost see the little soldier playing it, a great expression of earnestness on his face and she laughed. Then everything moved away. The footsteps died out One two! One two!
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