The wife of the dead man had thrown herself down in the mud, and her wails were so piercing that several of the policemen couldn't tolerate the sound and had moved away. To his surprise, Wallander saw that the only one who was able to handle the grieving woman and the anguished children was Martinsson. The youngest policeman on the force, who so far in his career had never even been forced to notify someone of a relative's death. He had held the woman, kneeling in the mud, and in some way the two were able to understand each other across the language barrier.
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In a distressing scene, a grieving woman mourned her husband's death by collapsing in the mud, her cries overwhelming enough to disturb the nearby policemen. Many could not handle the emotional weight of the moment and chose to distance themselves from the situation. However, young officer Martinsson stepped forward, demonstrating remarkable compassion in a tough scenario.

Despite his lack of experience in such heartbreaking circumstances, Martinsson knelt beside the woman and comforted her. The connection they formed transcended language, highlighting the deep human empathy that can arise even in the direst situations. This moment underscores the profound impact of kindness in times of grief, revealing that understanding can sometimes bypass verbal communication entirely.

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