BEZKRAINY. CONTENTS With alarm. How is it possible that people should stop buying things altogether? That's impossible! SARAH. That's impossible. PURIKES. It is possible. Suddenly everybody may stop buying things. CONTENTS All are seized with horror; even Sonka stops weeping, and pale-faced, she surveys the deserted road with her frightened, dark eyes. The sun is burning mercilessly. Anathema appears in the distance, at the turn of the road. SARAH. A customer! PURIKES. A customer! SONKA. A customer! A customer! CONTENTS She cries again. Anathema comes nearer to them. Notwithstanding the heat, he wears a black coat of fine cloth, a black silk hat, black gloves; only his necktie is white, lending a solemn air to his costume. He is tall, and, though grey-haired, straight and stately. The face of the accursed one is of a swarthy-grey color; his features are stern and of peculiar beauty. When Anathema takes off his hat, his enormous forehead is revealed, furrowed by wrinkles. His head is unusually large and his greyish black hair is dishevelled. Anathema's neck is wiry and strong, but
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