Читать книгу The Essential Russian Plays & Short Stories - Максим Горький - Страница 316

No, he never awoke. He didn't call anyone. He is dead—my son, my dear, darling boy!

[She falls on her knees before Man and sobs, clasping his knees. Man puts his hand on her hand and, turning to the corner where Someone in Gray stands indifferently, speaks in a sobbing, but terrible voice.