Vladimir Galaktionovich Korolenko,
Hours spent in Prison
(1909)
“ Here I could not help saying: “Miss, why have you no heart for me, am I your enemy?” “Enemy! do not you know yourself? Enemy!” Her voice became weak, then she was silent; her cheeks burnt, and her face was so sweet for me that, in fact, it seemed to me like the face of an angel in church! I at once recognised that she was not going to live long in this cold world, and began to ask her forgiveness, just as she herself, I thought, would not like to die without forgiveness.... ”
