Lady Edith slowly returned to the bedroom and locked the door behind her. Her face was pale and skewed. The tension went away, sucking all the strength and energy out of it. She was afraid of death, but the hatred for Laura was stronger than any fears. The woman lay on a skewered bed. Then her eyes closed, and she fell asleep. It rained through the window, and the house was covered by a thick fog. There was a pale gray half-darkness in the room. “I did it!” thought Lady Statenheim triumphantly. “It doesn’t hurt!” her husband once told her. And it will all happen quickly.... She was ready.... And at that moment, through the wall into the bedroom came Dudochka and looked into the face of Lady Edith. “No!” the old woman wanted to scream, but she couldn’t do anything about it. A sharp pain pierced her heart . The old woman began to catch the air with her mouth, snorted and finally froze . All this time over her stood Dudochka and stared at her eyes...