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Anka. (in the shed). You have raised the banner of liberty high into the air, you threw the enemy into the mouth of a chasm very deep . . . (Laughs.) Rough! Rough!
Komar. (swings in the general direction of the shed). No need!
Anka. (from within the shed). No need?
Komar. No need for progress, enemy or a chasm!
Anka. No need?
Komar. Dance remains.
Anka. Thanks god!
Pastor comes up – tall, well-fed, proud. Walks very slowly and gracefully cross the platform onto the balcony. All hurry to meet them, all bow to them, though silenced. Only he answers pitifully, barely lowering his head in response to the bows; his eyes momentarily meet Jerman's, who is standing calmly, safely distanced from the clergyman.
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