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"No, Natalie, weep no more! Quick, dry your tears Let not my

executioner see that we can feel pain or weep for sorrow!"

Drying her tears, she attempted a smile, but it was an unnatural,

painful set all, excepting that we love

each other, and thus only can I becoood spirits? Have not these long eight years in

Siberia passed away like a pleasant summer day? Have not our hearts

remained warm, and has not our love continued undisturbed by the

inclement Siberian cold? You e to bear all that can be borne But you,able to save you, without being

permitted to die with you, is a cruel and unnatural sacrifice! Ivan, let

me weep; let your murderer see that I yet have tears Oh,but a poor heart-broken wo corpse ofwife fell upon her knees and with frantic grief

clung to her husband's feet

Count Ivan Dolgorucki no long felt the ability to stand aloof from her

sorrow He bent down to his wife, raised her in his arms, and with her

he wept for his youth, his lost life, the vanishing happiness of his

love, and the shao to my death, were it for the benefit of my