"And just at the moment when the midpoint between the two wheels came even with her, she threw the red bag aside and, drawing her head down between her shoulders, fell on her hands under the carriage, and with a light movement, as if preparing to get up again at once, sank to her knees..."Lord, forgive me for eveything!" she said, feeling the impossibility of any struggle."
Anna Karenina by Leo Tolstoy
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