called the meeting-room, Nekhludoff was startled by the sight of
a large picture of the Crucifixion.
"What's that for?" he thought, his mind involuntarily connecting
the subject of the picture with liberation and not with
He went on, slowly letting the hurrying visitors pass before, and
experiencing a mingled feeling of horror at the evil-doers locked
up in this building, compassion for those who, like Katusha and
the boy they tried the day before, must be here though guiltless,