Then he smiled, Elizabeth: - Well, the evening! The lamp stood on her teacher's table in the far corner. Again the lightning flashed, illuminating the room with blue light, so bright that everything in it was sharp and distinct - bench, table, stove - and then slammed the thunder and the flames swayed lamps. Elizabeth said sheepishly: - I'm so glad you came. I'm afraid of thunder and lightning, when I'm alone. Silly, is not it? .. - I do not think. Here I myself - I'm afraid of snakes, any, even the dead. - He went to the stove and stretched out his hands to the warmth; She moved behind him and began to close.