A bier was brought. We put her on it ourselves and carried her out along the corridor. We wanted to keep her as long as possible from their unclean hands. Some one proposed to sing the funeral march, but our hearts were too heavy. Quietly, quietly we carried her through the corridor, then down-stairs, and there we put her in her coffin. There were packs of overseers in the upper and lower corridors. The scoundrels were waiting for a “disturbance.” They could not understand that that was far from our hearts. Through the open doorway we saw the police waiting for the coffin. There, too, the ugly face of the prison director hiding from us flashed by.... It was about one o’clock at night. We came back to the same room where all that remained of her was a pool of blood. We became terribly depressed as if we had behaved badly toward her to give her up without a fight. And no one will know where her grave will be, for we could not believe their promises. However, the next day one of us was called to see the brother. Expecting a lie, she asked him from where he comes, for she knew from Semonova where her birthplace was. He answered correctly. Then she told him the details of the shooting. “You can’t expect justice from them,” he replied. However he promised to talk with a lawyer about the case. He said that about ten o’clock in the morning he was told to go to the police-station. There they told him to go to the monastery of the Alexander Nevski. He called for a girl friend of his sister’s to go along with him. They were hardly given time to take leave of his sister. He came about ten minutes before the interment. There was an order from the chief of police--“to hurry with the funeral.” At the funeral was a police captain, a sergeant, a gendarme, the brother, and the girl’s friend. We brought to the notice of the procuror: 1. That the administration knew for a long time about the existence of the telephone and had never objected. And when we disobeyed a rule of the administration, we were always punished. As, for instance, for singing we were deprived of seeing visitors and receiving things from them. 2. That at the time of the shooting she was sitting still, which gave the soldier an opportunity to make a good shot. 3. That he shot into a crowded room, and it was a miracle that others were not killed also. To the last statement the procuror interposed: “What might have happened has no importance.” Altogether he was impossible.... To our demand to give a definite promise that the appointment with the brother would be given he answered prudently: “If nothing particular will interfere.” “That means”-- “That means if he won’t be arrested before. We are all in the hands of God.”