mly:

"These are mere accesses of impulse which come upon her. And that is
only what might be expected. Even as in song or in vice there is no
holding her, so remorse, when it has fastened upon such a woman's
heart, will know no bounds. I may tell you that on one occasion two
young merchants took her, stripped her stark naked, and drove her in
their carriage down Zhitnaia Street, with themselves sitting on the
seats of the vehicle, and Felitzata standing upright between them--yes,
in a state of nudity! Thereafter they beat her almost to death."

As I stepped out into the dark, narrow vestibule, Antipa, who was
following me, muttered:

"Such a lament as hers could come only of genuine grief."

We found Felitzata in front of the hut, with her back covering the
window. There, with hands pressed to her bosom, and her skirt all awry,
she was straining her dishevelled head towards the heavens, while the
evening breeze, stirring her fine auburn hair, scattered it
promiscuously over her flushed, sharply-defined features and wildly
protruding eyes. A bizarre, pitiable, and extraordinary figure did she
cut as she wailed in a throaty voice which constantly gathered strength:

Oh winds of ice, winds cruel and rude, Press on my heart till its
throbbings fail! Arrest the current of my blood! Turn these hot melting
tears to hail!

Before her there was posted a knot of women, compassionate
contemplators of the singer's distracted, grief-wrought features.
Through the ravine's dark opening I could see the sun sinking below the
suburb before plunging into the marshy forest and having his disk
pierced by sharp, black tips of pine trees. Already everything around
him was red. Already, seemingly, he had been wounded, and was bleeding
to death.

THE CEMETERY

In a town of the steppes where I found life exceedingly dull, the best
and the brightest spot was the cemetery. Often did I use to walk there,
and once it happened that I fell asleep on some thick, rich,
sweet-smelling grass in a cradle-like hollow between two tombs.

From that sleep I was awakened with the sound of blows being struck
against the ground near my head. The concussion of them jarred me not a
little, as the earth quivered and tinkled like a bell. Raising myself
to a sitting posture, I found sleep still so heavy upon me that at
first my eyes remained blinded with unfathomable darkness, and could
not discern what the matter was. The only thing that I could see