Cain stood for a long time next to the loft, staring at his strong, beautiful face, softened by sleep. His strong chest rose and fell with his regular breathing, which relaxed the black mustache. He revealed the man's strong, shiny teeth, and it seemed as if he was smiling. With a deep sigh and his head lowered in humiliation and defeat, the Jew turned away from him and walked in the shoes of the river, fearful and cautious. Life in his eyes now was full of terror and fears. He slowed down his speed as the road was lit by the light of the moon, and ran quickly through the dark places, like a mouse, a small, cowardly animal, returning to its burrow and the dangers. She threatens him from every side. The night fell, and the beach lay deserted