.. I'd like, if it's
only possible, that she should not be touched. To-day is Sunday;
perhaps they'll postpone it until to-morrow, and in the meanwhile
something may be done for her..."
"I can't tell you, dear ... Wait! ... Haven't I some friend among
the professors, in the medical world? ... I will look later in my
memo-books. Perhaps we will succeed in doing something."
"Besides that," continued Tamara, "I want to bury her ... At my
expense ... I was attached to her with all my heart during her
life."
"I will help you with pleasure in this, materially..."
"No, no! ... A thousand thanks! ... I'll do everything myself. I
would not hesitate to have recourse to your kind heart, but this
... --you will understand me-- ... this is something in the nature
of a vow, that a person gives to one's self and to the memory of a
friend. The main difficulty is in how we may manage to bury her
with Christian rites. She was, it seems, an unbeliever, or
believed altogether poorly. And it's only by chance that I, also,
will cross my forehead. But I don't want them to bury her just
like a dog, somewhere beyond the enclosure of the cemetery; in
silence, without words, without singing .
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