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“
Ach
!
”
Sonia
cried
in
terror
.
“
Well
,
why
do
you
cry
out
?
You
want
me
to
go
to
Siberia
and
now
you
are
frightened
?
But
let
me
tell
you
:
I
shall
not
give
myself
up
.
I
shall
make
a
struggle
for
it
and
they
won
’
t
do
anything
to
me
.
They
’
ve
no
real
evidence
.
Yesterday
I
was
in
great
danger
and
believed
I
was
lost
;
but
to
-
day
things
are
going
better
.
All
the
facts
they
know
can
be
explained
two
ways
,
that
’
s
to
say
I
can
turn
their
accusations
to
my
credit
,
do
you
understand
?
And
I
shall
,
for
I
’
ve
learnt
my
lesson
.
But
they
will
certainly
arrest
me
.
If
it
had
not
been
for
something
that
happened
,
they
would
have
done
so
to
-
day
for
certain
;
perhaps
even
now
they
will
arrest
me
to
-
day
.
.
.
.
But
that
’
s
no
matter
,
Sonia
;
they
’
ll
let
me
out
again
.
.
.
for
there
isn
’
t
any
real
proof
against
me
,
and
there
won
’
t
be
,
I
give
you
my
word
for
it
.
And
they
can
’
t
convict
a
man
on
what
they
have
against
me
.
Enough
.
.
.
.
I
only
tell
you
that
you
may
know
.
.
.
.
I
will
try
to
manage
somehow
to
put
it
to
my
mother
and
sister
so
that
they
won
’
t
be
frightened
.
.
.
.
My
sister
’
s
future
is
secure
,
however
,
now
,
I
believe
.
.
.
and
my
mother
’
s
must
be
too
.
.
.
.
Well
,
that
’
s
all
.
Be
careful
,
though
.
Will
you
come
and
see
me
in
prison
when
I
am
there
?
”
“
Oh
,
I
will
,
I
will
.
”
They
sat
side
by
side
,
both
mournful
and
dejected
,
as
though
they
had
been
cast
up
by
the
tempest
alone
on
some
deserted
shore
.
He
looked
at
Sonia
and
felt
how
great
was
her
love
for
him
,
and
strange
to
say
he
felt
it
suddenly
burdensome
and
painful
to
be
so
loved
.
Yes
,
it
was
a
strange
and
awful
sensation
!
On
his
way
to
see
Sonia
he
had
felt
that
all
his
hopes
rested
on
her
;
he
expected
to
be
rid
of
at
least
part
of
his
suffering
,
and
now
,
when
all
her
heart
turned
towards
him
,
he
suddenly
felt
that
he
was
immeasurably
unhappier
than
before
.
“
Sonia
,
”
he
said
,
“
you
’
d
better
not
come
and
see
me
when
I
am
in
prison
.
”
Sonia
did
not
answer
,
she
was
crying
.
Several
minutes
passed
.
“
Have
you
a
cross
on
you
?
”
she
asked
,
as
though
suddenly
thinking
of
it
.
He
did
not
at
first
understand
the
question
.
“
No
,
of
course
not
.
Here
,
take
this
one
,
of
cypress
wood
.
I
have
another
,
a
copper
one
that
belonged
to
Lizaveta
.
I
changed
with
Lizaveta
:
she
gave
me
her
cross
and
I
gave
her
my
little
ikon
.
I
will
wear
Lizaveta
’
s
now
and
give
you
this
.
Take
it
.
.
.
it
’
s
mine
!
It
’
s
mine
,
you
know
,
”
she
begged
him
.
“
We
will
go
to
suffer
together
,
and
together
we
will
bear
our
cross
!
”
