Don't touch me.

I'll go myself." And continuing to tremble he entered the car himself and seated himself in a corner.

Bending over to Musya, Werner asked her softly, pointing with his eyes at Vasily: "How about him ?" "Bad," answered Musya, also in a soft voice.

"He is dead already.
Werner, tell me, is there such a thing as death ?" "I don't know, Musya, but I think that there is no such thing," replied Werner seriously and thoughtfully.
"That's what I have thought.

But he?
I was tortured with him in the carriage--it was like riding with a corpse." "I don't know, Musya.