The officers entered the home and found a lifeless body in the middle of a great cathedral, surrounded by dolls and strange orchids growing wildly out of their bowls. There are countless photos on the wall and dusty bookshelves, all perfectly framed and aligned badly. The whole group represented a powerful picture, and laying in the middle of the room in all unadorned beauty, it's the one being checked on. It's like a still-life painting among the dying embers of summer.
The subject, small and plain, her mouth gaping and with a most senseless and fearful look on her face. The commanding officer raises one arm aloft, the way Roman tribunes are portrayed in books. This was an extraordinary moment, a magnificent spectacle, and yet there was only one spectator. This lifeless and pale thing was the in the boundless frock coat, "it's almost a hundred degrees outside" says an officer entering the home, as the picture on the left is examined by the commander, "there are two of them" is said vociferously, as an underling officer stood quite calmly and cleaned his nose with his fingers. Meanwhile, all is quiet. There is a small row of funerary urns above the fireplace emitting bronze light in the shadowy diamond dust of the window silhouette.
Time passes as it does, and eventually they carried E**** ************ out, and buried the body in a wooded and haunted cemetery. And the town was left without E**** ************ , as though she had never lived there at all.