Musya walked cautiously, slipping, and by force of habit raising her skirts slightly.

And the man led her to death firmly, holding her arm carefully and feeling the ground with his foot.
The lights stopped moving.

It was quiet and lonely around Tanya Kovalchuk.

The soldiers were silent, all gray in the soft, colorless light of daybreak.
"I am alone," sighed Tanya Kovalchuk suddenly.

"Seryozha is dead, Werner is dead--and Vasya, too.