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Но между тем странное чувство отравляло мою радость: мысль о злодее, обрызганном кровию стольких невинных жертв, и о казни, его ожидающей, тревожила меня поневоле: «Емеля, Емеля! — думал я с досадою, — зачем не наткнулся ты на штык или не подвернулся под картечь? Лучше ничего не мог бы ты придумать». Что прикажете делать? Мысль о нем неразлучна была во мне с мыслию о пощаде, данной мне им в одну из ужасных минут его жизни, и об избавлении моей невесты из рук гнусного Швабрина. And I must confess a strange feeling embittered my joy.
The recollection of the man covered with the blood of so many innocent victims, and the thought of the punishment awaiting him, never left me any peace.
"Emélya," I said to myself, in vexation, "why did you not cast yourself on the bayonets, or present your heart to the grapeshot. That had been best for you."
What could I do? Thoughts of him were inseparably connected in my mind with thoughts of the mercy shown by him to me during one of the horrible moments of his life, and of rescue of my fiancée from the hands of villainous Chvabrine.
Thoughts of him were inseparably connected in my mind with thoughts of the mercy he showed me during one of the most horrible moments of his life, and of the rescue of my fiancée from the hands of villainous Chvabrine.