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Prince
Andrew
went
again
to
his
wife
and
sat
waiting
in
the
room
next
to
hers
.
A
woman
came
from
the
bedroom
with
a
frightened
face
and
became
confused
when
she
saw
Prince
Andrew
.
He
covered
his
face
with
his
hands
and
remained
so
for
some
minutes
.
Piteous
,
helpless
,
animal
moans
came
through
the
door
.
Prince
Andrew
got
up
,
went
to
the
door
,
and
tried
to
open
it
.
Someone
was
holding
it
shut
.
"
You
ca
n't
come
in
!
You
ca
n't
!
"
said
a
terrified
voice
from
within
.
He
began
pacing
the
room
.
The
screaming
ceased
,
and
a
few
more
seconds
went
by
.
Then
suddenly
a
terrible
shriek
--
it
could
not
be
hers
,
she
could
not
scream
like
that
--
came
from
the
bedroom
.
Prince
Andrew
ran
to
the
door
;
the
scream
ceased
and
he
heard
the
wail
of
an
infant
.
"
What
have
they
taken
a
baby
in
there
for
?
"
thought
Prince
Andrew
in
the
first
second
.
"
A
baby
?
What
baby
...
?
Why
is
there
a
baby
there
?
Or
is
the
baby
born
?
"
Then
suddenly
he
realized
the
joyful
significance
of
that
wail
;
tears
choked
him
,
and
leaning
his
elbows
on
the
window
sill
he
began
to
cry
,
sobbing
like
a
child
.
The
door
opened
.
The
doctor
with
his
shirt
sleeves
tucked
up
,
without
a
coat
,
pale
and
with
a
trembling
jaw
,
came
out
of
the
room
.
Prince
Andrew
turned
to
him
,
but
the
doctor
gave
him
a
bewildered
look
and
passed
by
without
a
word
.
A
woman
rushed
out
and
seeing
Prince
Andrew
stopped
,
hesitating
on
the
threshold
.
He
went
into
his
wife
's
room
.
She
was
lying
dead
,
in
the
same
position
he
had
seen
her
in
five
minutes
before
and
,
despite
the
fixed
eyes
and
the
pallor
of
the
cheeks
,
the
same
expression
was
on
her
charming
childlike
face
with
its
upper
lip
covered
with
tiny
black
hair
.
"
I
love
you
all
,
and
have
done
no
harm
to
anyone
;
and
what
have
you
done
to
me
?
"
--
said
her
charming
,
pathetic
,
dead
face
.
In
a
corner
of
the
room
something
red
and
tiny
gave
a
grunt
and
squealed
in
Mary
Bogdánovna
's
trembling
white
hands
.
Two
hours
later
Prince
Andrew
,
stepping
softly
,
went
into
his
father
's
room
.
The
old
man
already
knew
everything
.
He
was
standing
close
to
the
door
and
as
soon
as
it
opened
his
rough
old
arms
closed
like
a
vise
round
his
son
's
neck
,
and
without
a
word
he
began
to
sob
like
a
child
.
Three
days
later
the
little
princess
was
buried
,
and
Prince
Andrew
went
up
the
steps
to
where
the
coffin
stood
,
to
give
her
the
farewell
kiss
.
And
there
in
the
coffin
was
the
same
face
,
though
with
closed
eyes
.
"
Ah
,
what
have
you
done
to
me
?
"
it
still
seemed
to
say
,
and
Prince
Andrew
felt
that
something
gave
way
in
his
soul
and
that
he
was
guilty
of
a
sin
he
could
neither
remedy
nor
forget
.
He
could
not
weep
.
The
old
man
too
came
up
and
kissed
the
waxen
little
hands
that
lay
quietly
crossed
one
on
the
other
on
her
breast
,
and
to
him
,
too
,
her
face
seemed
to
say
:
"
Ah
,
what
have
you
done
to
me
,
and
why
?
"
And
at
the
sight
the
old
man
turned
angrily
away
.
