“You should understand?” she asks жалюгідно, touching his cheek with a trembling palm. “And who will understand me? And the baby I’m carrying? Who is responsible for me?” “A-a-a-lex!!!” His scream is drowned by the whistle of a locomotive. “Why didn’t you say it earlier?” the question hangs in the air. “Sir Lieutenant, Alexander Ilyich,” someone’s hands reach out, pulling him away from his beloved. He turns, jumps onto the carriage, and looks at the slender figure standing frozen on the platform. He watches, trying to remember and at the same time asking for forgiveness, while his lips whisper her name: “Alix.”