Две свечки, одна свечка, три свечки. Горели две...

Two candles, one candle, three candles. Two white candles burned and many more lamps on the walls. A man read on a notebook, while others were silent and listened. The lights were trembling. The candles also listened - they liked, but they were shocked - because of this, the lights trembled. The man has finished. Blow out the candles. Gone. Does not matter. One gray candle burned. A seamstress sat and sewed. The child slept and coughed in his sleep. From the wall blew. The candle cried with white, heavy tears. Tears flowed and froze. It was getting light. A seamstress with red eyes sewed everything. She blew out the candle. Awl. Does not matter. Three yellow candles were burning. A man was lying in a box - yellow and cold. I read another from a book. The woman was crying. Candles froze with fear and pity. The crowd came. They sang, censers. They carried the box. The candles were blown out. Gone. Does not matter. (Sologub 2001, p. 444-445.)