PART II
À Propos of the Wet Snow

When from dark error’s subjugation
My words of passionate exhortation
    Had wrenched thy fainting spirit free;
And writhing prone in thine affliction
Thou didst recall with malediction
    The vice that had encompassed thee:
And when thy slumbering conscience, fretting
    By recollection’s torturing flame,
Thou didst reveal the hideous setting
    Of thy life’s current ere I came:
When suddenly I saw thee sicken,
    And weeping, hide thine anguished face,
Revolted, maddened, horror-stricken,
    At memories of foul disgrace.
                    NEKRASSOV (translated by Juliet Soskice).