—He aqui como acabo mi vida. Nos moriremos y no quedara nada de nosotros. Por que tenemos que pecar, pues?

Everyone knew he would soon and inevitably die, that he was already half dead. Every one wished that he would die quickly, and they all, concealing that feeling, brought him bottles of medicine, went to fetch medicines and doctors, and deceived him and themselves and one another. It was all a lie: a repulsive, insulting, blasphemous lie; and as a result of his character, and because he loved the dying man more than the others did, Levin felt that lie most painfully.

I love you all, and have done no harm to anyone; and what have you done to me?”—said her charming, pathetic, dead face.

Yes, there it is. Well, then, let there be pain."And death? Where is it?" He sought his old habitual fear of death and could not find it. Where was it? What death? There was no more fear because there was no more death.Instead of death there was light.