I dreamed that I ran into my bedroom, that I had to get something there, to find out something; you know how it is in dreams," she said, her eyes wide with horror; "and in the bedroom, in the corner, stood something.

" "Oh, what nonsense! How can you believe..." But she would not let him interrupt her.

What she was saying was too important to her.

"And the something turned round, and I saw it was a peasant with a disheveled beard, little, and dreadful looking.

I wanted to run away, but he bent down over a sack, and was fumbling there with his hands..." She showed how he had moved his hands.