Notes from Underground, by Fyodor Dostoyevsky

Part II

A 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.


(translated by Juliet Soskice).

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