Tsiganok was writhing, catching at the air with his hands.
"How is that, gentlemen?
Am I to go alone?
It's livelier to die together.

Gentlemen, what does it mean ?" He seized Werner by the hand, his fingers clutching and then relaxing.
"Dear master, at least you come with me?
Eh?
Do me the favor?
Don't refuse." Werner answered painfully: "I can't, my dear fellow.

I am going with him." "Oh, my God! Must I go alone, then?
My God! How is it to be ?" Musya stepped forward and said softly: "You may go with me." Tsiganok stepped back and rolled the whites of his eyes wildly.
"With you!" "Yes." "Just think of her! What a little girl! And you're not afraid?
If you are, I would rather go alone!" "No, I am not afraid." Tsiganok grinned.
"Just think of her! But do you know that I am a murderer?
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.