same inviolable and terrible silence was clamped above it and it suffocated. I terrible it was to look at two pairs of silent bony hands, it is noiseless and slowly moved along the table, as if only these some hands were living and not there were people, to which they belong. After shuddering, with the drunk- reckless expectation of supernatural it looked above the table - two cold, two pale, two sullen persons lonely were advanced from the darkness and rocked in the strange silent dance - two cold, two sullen persons. Something proburchav, priest’s wife drank vodka, and bony hands again noiselessly moved, and silence began to buzz, and someone new, the fourth, appeared at the table. The predatorily twisted fingers sorted out maps, then they moved to the priest’s wife, they ran how spiders, on her elbows, they were selected to the throat… - who here? - yelled priest’s wife and it arose and was surprised, that all already stand also with the fear they look at it. And were them only tw