But Odri has not finished. The pain has pierced it, having left a red trace on a cheek. Scratches have noted places where
sharp nails have walked on a matte skin. Grejs has struck it. On the person there was no anger, there was no more sneer,
there was no even a comprehension of the terrible truth. It seemed, it has simply bent and has slightly concerned with a palm
of its soft cheek. But it was for some reason very sick. So it is sick that it has begun to sob even more loudly and has buried
in the Plenty shoulder, somewhere at subconsciousness level hoping that it will protect it, will answer this impudent, thick
Grejs... But the Plenty has made nothing. He only has stroked it on a back and has whispered something like "do not cry".
He thought that never could strike the person when to that it is bad. How many time was necessary to it to hurt... But - in the
blessing. As a holy duty, as fair, defensible sacrifice... And how it - without a sympathy shade, coldly, passionlessly, without
caring of feelings of another and having hidden the, it could not. Also can never even if the life will depend on it... For a
second it has seized a thread of a life of this woman, its essence, its morals, its secret... But has immediately missed.
Only then, after doubts and despair, having stepped through destiny, having met the truth, he has understood, why. He was
afraid to learn that there are such people... But the nobility - does not mean to realise.
That is why there is still a hope.
Chapter 5.
Minutes hung heavy, sadly. Adriana gradually calmed down, found forces to come off it, to rise on feet.
Its tear-stained face framed with chestnut ringlets, poured by gold, for some reason reminded that they waste time. It is
necessary to search, search, think... And instead they try to understand the feelings. It is wrong, so should not be, so they
precisely will not find road...
TH I think, it will be better, if we examine a room. Probably, this premise not the last, - he has told and was surprised hardness
of the voice.