How much time has passed, I do not know. Close your eyes - open: the night; again close - open: Day. And so on without end. Forty days, forty nights - instants forty - forty eternities. 4.Tonko whined, hummed in his ear like a mosquito night, starting the wind south-east, with the Dead Sea, and the heat in the winter day, both from furnace pyshaschy. Gray smell, mountain pitch as if the whole world - the deceased corruption. The sun still, but must be from the invisible sweeps somewhere very high in the sky and on the ground do not fall, the black dust of the Arabian desert, everything went dark as before the eclipse of the sun, and from the dry heat became dark-bright, clear , convex, as in the dark crystal; and blue vitriol clot on the bottom of the boiler - the Dead Sea - more blue zasinela; dark glitter of salt marshes became more dazzling.