defend her, to help her. But as he looked at her, he saw again that help was impossible, and he was filled with terror and prayed: `Lord, have mercy on us, and help us!' And as time went on, both these moods became more intense; the calmer he became away from her, completely forgetting her, the more agonizing became both her sufferings and his feeling of helplessness before them. He jumped up, would have liked to run away, but ran to her.

Sometimes, when again and again she called upon him, he blamed her; but seeing her submissive, smiling face, and hearing the words `I am worrying you,' he threw the blame on God; but thinking of God, at once he fell beseeching God to forgive him and have mercy.