The homely Countess Marya always became pretty when she wept. She never wept from pain or vexation, but always from sadness and pity. And when she wept, her luminous eyes became irresistably lovely.
-p. 1147 in P/V
from page 665-666, volume 2 of original text
collage, ink, flora
Pevear/Volokhonsky translation pp. 1145-1147