Once more the young men tied her up and gagged her. They even struck her. People encouraged them.
Look at the fire! Flames, flames everywhere...
Make her be quiet! She's mad! Shut her up!
"I did not believe him myself" "'They take me for a madman,' he would whisper, and tears, like drops of wax, flowed from his eyes."
They take me for a madman
I've got eyes, too, and I can see what they're doing here. Where is the divine mercy? Where is god? How can I believe, how can anyone believe, in this merciful god?
That night the soup tasted of corpses
Where is He? Here he is -- He is hanging on this gallows
Where is god?
In my father's place lay another invalid... I did not weep, and it pained me that I could not weep. But I had no more tears, And, in the depth of my being... I might have found something line - free at last!
I had never heard sounds so pure... it was as though Juliek's soul were the bow... The whole of his life was gliding on the strings-- his lost hopes, his charred past, his extinguished future. He played as though he would never play again.
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