Has the petition for mercy been sent to His Majesty ?" "It has, sir." "What's your opinion ?" asked the judge.
The counsellor raised his shoulders and let them fall again.
Konrad cowered down and stared at the table.
On it lay everything--paper, ink, pens.

What should he write?
He might describe his sadness, but how did a man begin to do that?
He lifted up his face as if searching for something.

His glance fell through the window on to the wall, the upper part of which was lighted by the evening sun.

The mountain tops glowed like that.

Ah, world, beautiful world! Still three weeks.