“不，纳塔莉，不要哭了！快，干你的眼泪。刽子手不要让我看到，我们能感到疼痛或悲伤哭泣的！”
    干燥眼泪，她试图微笑，但它是一个不自然的，痛苦的微笑。
    “伊万，”她说，“我们会忘记，忘记一切，除外，我们彼此相爱，所以我只能变得开朗。并且告诉我，伊凡，我没有一直在良好的精神？有没有这些长期8在西伯利亚年去世就像一个愉快的夏季的一天竟然都没有我们的心依然温暖，我们的爱没有继续进行恶劣原状西伯利亚冷吗？你可以，因此，清楚地看到，我有勇气承担一切可承担。但你，我亲爱的，你我的丈夫，看你死了，没有能够挽救你没有被允许同死你，是一个残酷和不自然的牺牲！伊万，让我哭，让你的凶手，我看到尚未有眼泪。噢，我的上帝，我不再有任何的骄傲，我只是一个贫穷的心碎的女人！你的寡妇，我哭了我的丈夫还活着的尸体！“随着年轻的妻子对她颤抖的膝盖和疯狂的悲伤抱着丈夫的脚前抽搐呜咽。
    伯爵伊万Dolgorucki不再觉得能够脱颖而出，她的悲伤之外。他弯下腰去他的妻子，在他的怀里，他和她为他的青年哭了，他失去了生命，他的爱情消逝的幸福，和他父亲的耻辱。
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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 smile.
    "Ivan," said she, "we will forget, forget all, excepting that we love each other, and thus only can I become cheerful. And tell me, Ivan, have I not always been in good 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 may, therefore, well see that I have the courage to bear all that can be borne. But you, my beloved, you my husband, to see you die, without being 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, my God, I have no longer any pride, I am nothing but a poor heart-broken woman! Your widow, I weep over the yet living corpse of my husband!" With convulsive sobs the trembling young wife 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 shame of his fatherhood.