Цитаты из книги автора Ryunosuke Akutagawa In a Grove

more blood flowed into my mouth

someone drew the small sword softly out of my breast

darkness had already been gathering round

enveloped in deep silence

everything was as silent as the dead in their graves

breast grew cold

didn't feel any pain

bloody lump rose to my mouth

stabbed it into my breast

Untying the rest of my bonds