Fyodor Dostoevsky,
The Idiot — Part IV/Chapter VII
(1913<!--year of translation-->)
“ The laugh increased, tears came into the prince's eyes, he could not believe in all this kindness—he was enchanted."The vase certainly was a very beautiful one. I remember it here for fifteen years—yes, quite that!" remarked Ivan Petrovitch."Oh, what a dreadful calamity! A wretched vase smashed, and a man half dead with remorse about it," said Lizabetha Prokofievna, loudly. "What made you so dreadfully startled, Lef Nicolaievitch?" she added, a little timidly. "Come, my dear boy! cheer up. You really alarm me, taking the accident so to heart." ”
