ginzburg looked round, glided like a shadow into a corner of the room, and lit the little lamp that stood there.
ginzburg understands the meaning of her question and is silent, because he is afraid to say anything in reply.
ginzburg cast a look at the child, a chill went through him, he ran to the door.
A tangle of memories was stirring in ginzburg's head, all relating to deaths and graves.
It was a little girl, and they named her Dvoreh, after ginzburg's dead mother.
Neither ginzburg nor his wife had the courage to throw themselves into the cold and grizzly arms of death.