It seems that everything has been beaten out of me, that my soul has been locked up and sealed tight.

It's grown blind, it does not hear!" Her quick-drawn breath was almost a sob.

She bent forward, and continued in a lowered voice: "When my husband died I turned to my son; but he went into this business, and I was seized with a pity for him, such a yearning pity--for if he should perish, how was I to live alone?
What dread, what fright I have undergone! My heart was rent when I thought of his fate.
"Our woman's love is not a pure love! We love that which we need.

And here are you! You are grieving about your mother.

What do you want her for?
And all the others go and suffer for the people, they go to prison, to Siberia, they die for them, many are hung.