intención de matar a la vieja cuando estuviera sola y fue allí… y entonces entró Lizaveta… y la mató a ella también”.
Otro momento terrible pasó. Ambos seguían mirándose.
—¿No lo adivinas, pues? —preguntó de repente, sintiendo como si se precipitará desde lo alto de un campanario.
—N-no… —susurró Sonia.
“Mira bien”.
As soon as he had said this again, the same familiar sensation froze his heart. He looked at her and all at once seemed to see in her face the face of Lizaveta. He remembered clearly the expression in Lizaveta’s face, when he approached her with the axe and she stepped back to the wall, putting out her hand, with childish terror in her face, looking as little children do when they begin to be frightened of something, looking intently and uneasily at what frightens them, shrinking back and holding out their little hands on the point of crying. Almost the same thing happened now to Sonia. With the same helplessness and the same terror, she looked at him for a while and, suddenly putting out her left hand, pressed her fingers faintly against his breast and slowly began to get up from the bed, moving further from him and keeping her eyes fixed even more immovably on him. Her terror infected him. The same fear showed itself on his face. In the same way he stared at her and almost with the same childish smile.
—¿Has adivinado? —susurró por fin.
“¡Santo Dios!” brotó como un lamento terrible de su pecho.
Se dejó caer sin fuerzas en la cama con el rostro enterrado en las almohadas, pero un momento después