Herzen's shoulders shook uncontrollably, uncertain whether from anger or fear: "I am innocent, and my hands should not be stained with the blood of the innocent. Alexander Fedorovich, I am not like you!"
"The blood of the innocent? Those people weren't innocent at all, and even if they were, it wouldn't be innocent blood... but rather the Holy Anointing sacrificed by the Holy Fool for the truth." Young Golitsyn, who had just been smiling, suddenly turned cold. He stood up and said in a hoarse voice, "I hope you understand, this is your last chance."
"I know nothing, regarding my confession, I have not a single word to add!"
"Regrettable..." Young Golitsyn's eyes showed an expression that could not be distinguished between regret and mockery: "Since you are unwilling, you cannot blame us."
With a bang, the prison door closed again, and the sound of boots and Ural sabers outside the cell door dispersed like a tide.
