Sharp pain was stuck right into my heart... fear filled by bewilderment, has filled my sight... pupils were narrowed up to a minimum from bright shine of an edge of the sword quickly painted red color of blood... Knees have felt impact about the ground, but on it my falling has stoped - a steel damnation in a breast holds me on a place... Now time of everything has stopped, there's only the sound of blood-drops beating a floor. How beautiful this drop in flight?!! How georgeous looks the world reflected in it?!! In red tones it is allocated tragic romanticism, and this unusual connection of contrasts attracts in its embraces. In a flash the sword with ease has slipped out a breast, and I have failed in red reflection of an existing environment. Having collected last forces, I have raised a head to look at the executor of my execution which have been carried out without condemnation and a verdict. Already feeling the breath of Death - drying up and freezing all around, I have thrown last sight aside a ring of the sword which has fallen to a marble floor. The sword continued to shine on a ray of light of the full moon...Already stopped heart has made two strongest impacts after comprehension seen by me, cry from the heart has deafened me, and an image of that which I loved so much, indifferently looked on me and, having turned to an exit-door and quietly moving to the big swing door, which has left the stained with blood sword on a floor - this image till now lives in my empty heart which hasn't made neither the slightest knock, nor the slightest reduction... and the unwillingness to live has cast me into gloomy dreams...
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