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What is this dry rustling all around? It is the rye. But where are the little cornflowers, where is Boris? The little blue-eyed flowers are in the rye, and Boris has been hanged.
"And I? " Natasha asks herself in a strange, oppressive perplexity. She looks round her like one just awakened.