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night, fancying I heard them being read. But at
the same time I distinctly remember another
circumstance: the officer, after having finished the
reading, folded the paper and put it into his
pocket, after which he descended from the
scaffold. At this moment the sun broke through the
clouds, and I thought, “It is impossible, they can’t
mean to kill us!” and I whispered these words to
my nearest companion, but instead of answering,
he only pointed to a line of coffins that stood
near the scaffold, covered with a large cloth.
‘All my hope vanished in an instant, and I
expected to be shot in a few minutes.
‘It gave me a great fright, but I determined
not to show any fear, and I kept talking to my
companion about different things. He told me
afterwards that I had not even been very pale.
‘All of a sudden a priest ascends the scaffold,
and asks if any of the condemned wishes to
confess his sins. Only one accepted the invitation,
but when the priest held out the crucifix we all
touched it with our lips.
‘Petroschevsky and two others, who were
considered the most culpable, were already tied to
the poles and had their heads covered with a
kind of bag, and the soldiers stood ready to fire
at the command “Fire!”
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