There were the gallows.
"I lost one of my rubbers," said Sergey Golovin.
"Really ?" asked Werner, not understanding what he said.
"I lost a rubber.

It's cold." "Where's Vasily ?" "I don't know.

There he is." Vasily stood, gloomy, motionless.
"And where is Musya ?" "Here I am.

Is that you, Werner ?" They began to look about, avoiding the direction of the gallows, where the lanterns continued to move about silently with terrible suggestiveness.

On the left, the bare forest seemed to be growing thinner, and something large and white and flat was visible.