And Princess Marya said aloud the endearing words he had said to her on the day of his death: "De-ear he-eart!" Princess Marya repeated the words and sobbed with tears that eased her soul. She now saw his face before her. Not the face she had known ever since she could remember, and which she had always seen from a distance, but the face-- timid and weak-- which on the last day, as she bent close to his mouth to hear what he said, she had seen for the first time close up, with all its wrinkles and details.
"Dear heart," she repeated.
--p. 730 in P/V
from page 161-162, Volume 2 of original text
collage, ink
made 4/1/11
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation page 729-731
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