Even now I feel--see here, the weights on my feet, on my hands, on my fingers.

My fingers--see how huge they are! But this will soon all be over....

Only one thing I want: forgive me, forgive me quite.

I'm terrible, but my nurse used to tell me; the holy martyr--what was her name? She was worse.

And I'll go to Rome; there's a wilderness, and there I shall be no trouble to any one, only I'll take Seryozha and the little one....