Then he became alarmed. He called everybody. He summoned the whole staff
of the hotel. He sent for all the ladies he knew in Kharkoff (and they
were many) imploring them all to save me, to recall me to life. When I
came to myself the room was filled with women: there was Rosalia, and
two Hungarian girls from the adjoining apartment, and there was also the
German baroness, and little Julia Terlezkaja, the latest and fairest of
my husband's conquests. All these graceful creatures were bending over
my couch, while Vassili on his knees with his head buried in the
coverlet was sobbing: "Save her! She is dead! I have killed her!"