In a court hall it was silent. For one silence seemed menacing, for others - promising. Someone else hoped, someone has
despaired. And to someone was all the same...
Four figures alone towered over the earth. The others towered over them. The person in a white attire has developed a roll
and a strong, confident voice, has said:
A name of the Higher Justice I, Antony, recognise you who have broken Justice, guilty.
On a hall it was carried by the deafening cry which turned to pity crying and has ended hardly with an audible sobbing. The
young girl facing to the judge, has shut the face with the hands and has nestled on a breast of the husband.
They cannot, the Plenty, - she whispered again and again, feeling, as its strong, reliable hands iron it on a back, - They
cannot so with us to arrive!
The plenty was silent, giving out to nothing of the excitement. But as, devil take it, it would be desirable it to snatch this
minute on Fair, one exact blow to erase from his face this satisfied, gloomy and simultaneously solemn expression, as if he
has fulfilled the duty, having made something remarkable, fine... But it could not. It more could nothing. Now its hands will be
closed by an invisible thread, and then...
Guilty, - has again exorcised Antony the measured voice, - the Justice name, I call you: incline your heads in respect and in a
lap listen to a sentence for unworthy your acts.
The woman in a red blouse and the black, silk corset which has ruthlessly pulled together its waist, has silently fallen on the
earth, having felt on wrists a cold - the invisible thread slowly pulled together hands, leaving red traces and threatening to
skin in case of disobedience. After it the thin man has failed on knees. The fleeting smile has run on its quiet, restrained
person. Long locks of hair have hidden a burning sight of green eyes. Despite the age, the man possessed unprecedented
force and easily could break off threads. But it has not made it. He has preferred to obey to the weak.