-Why is a sort of man like Edgar going to love a sort of woman like you? –Elisabeth shouted-. Are you deaf too? Don’t you hear people laughing of your silliness? Don’t you hear women gossiping behind you? and kids and…
-Be quiet! –Anna was furious-. I’m close here taking care of you all of the time. My youth is vanishing among these walls. Maybe I’ve got a hope now!
-Are you blaming your crippled sister! Come on, Anna! Even mad people as you have some memories and I don’t need to remember you’re the cause of my big misfortune.
-You are jealous, Elisabeth. You are going to waste yourself away. You cannot put up with the idea that he loves me, no you.
-Edgar is a damned drunkard! What a hell I would like of such a man? How many days can he be still alive? How many nights can he be with you? I’ll say to you: just enough to steal our last coin.
-You are wrong! He is a good man. I can read it on his eyes.
Anna went out of Elisabeth’s room while she continued resting on the bed, looking at the flirt beautiful butterfly.
Wet whispers and nothing else.

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