«Is it they who are thieves?» I could not stand it and dashed into the room. «What about you? You stole the scarce medicine from patients to whiten your room! And it is they who are thieves!
Good heavens! What happened then! In the next room Nikishin was tearing around clutching his head and Dmohovsky was convulsing with laughter. Lyandres crouched with surprise, the painters grinned...
«How dares she!» The malicious dwarf yelled. «How did this Nazi ventured?! Get out! Now!!!»
He, caught in a theft, living illegally in the morgue drove out me being at my workplace! But there was another blow at store. Pavel Evdokimovich, that honest, kind and fair man, jumped to me and said pushing me at shoulders to the door, «Go, Frosinka, go!»
I flung out of the morgue and still wearing dressing gown and slippers on my bare feet ran to the zone through the deep snow.