Part 2: Apropos of the Wet Snow

by Fyodor Dostoevsky

　　When from dark error's subjugation

　　My words of passionate exhortation

　　Had wrenched thy fainting spirit free;

　　And writhing prone in thine affliction

　　Thou didst recall with malediction

　　The vice that had encompassed thee:

　　And when thy slumbering conscience, fretting

　　By recollection's torturing flame,

　　Thou didst reveal the hideous setting

　　Of thy life's current ere I came:

　　When suddenly I saw thee sicken,

　　And weeping, hide thine anguished face,

　　Revolted, maddened, horror-stricken,

　　At memories of foul disgrace.

　　Nekrassov

　　(translated by Juliet Soskice).