Anthology of Russian literature from the earliest period to the present time, volume 1 (of 2) : $b From the tenth century to the close of the eighteenth centuryWiener, Leo
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Anthology of Russian literature from the earliest period to the present time, volume 1 (of 2) : $b From the tenth century to the close of the eighteenth century
Wiener, Leo
Russia -- Literary collections; Russian literature -- Translations into English
So I wept unconsolably. My relatives, in their search for means of
consoling me, pointed out to me that I was yet a young person, and had
no reason to grieve so senselessly; that I could reject my fiancé if
things went badly with him, and that there were other suitors who were
not of less worth than he, even if they had not his high honours. And
indeed there was a suitor who was very anxious to have me, but I did
not like him, though all my relatives wanted me to marry him. That
proposition weighed so heavily upon me, that I was not able to answer
them. Consider yourself, what kind of a consolation that could be to
me, and how dishonourable such an act would have been,--to be ready to
marry him when he was great, but to refuse him the moment he was cast
into misfortune. I could not agree to any such unscrupulous advice; I
resolved at once to live and die together with him to whom I had given
my heart, and not to allow anyone else to share my love. It was not my
habit to love one to-day and another to-morrow; such is the fashion
in the world, but I proved to the world that I was faithful in love.
I have been a companion to my husband in all his troubles, and I am
telling the truth when I assert that in all my misery I never repented
having married him, and did not murmur against the Lord for it. He is
my witness: I bore everything while loving him, and as much as was
in my power, I kept up his courage. My relatives were evidently of a
different opinion, and therefore advised me otherwise, or maybe they
simply pitied me.
Towards evening my fiancé came to my house, and complained to me of his
misfortune. He told me of the pitiable death of the Emperor, who did
not lose consciousness to the last, and bid him good-bye. While he told
me all this, we both wept, and swore to each other that nothing should
separate us but death; I was ready to go with him through all the
terrestrial misfortunes. Thus it grew worse from hour to hour. Where
were those who formerly had sought our protection and friendship? They
had all hid themselves, and my relatives stood aloof from me; they all
left me for the new favourites, and all were afraid to meet me, lest
they should suffer through the suspicion under which I was. It were
better for a person not to be born in this world, if he is to be great
for a while, and then will fall into disgrace: all will soon despise
him, and no one will speak to him.
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