This I Cannot Forget Quotes

“An insane woman from Leningrad lay beside me. One moment she would sit up and rip her black coat into thin strips, picking out the wadding, and the next she would unexpectedly send a cry ringing down the corridor: "We killed Sergei Mironovich. We killed him, we all killed him, that's why we're all in jail!" Then she leapt up and ran with eccentric motions to the window, which was completely covered with hoar frost. Like Pushkin's Tatyana, though not with a delicate finger but rather with a fat and dirty one swollen from the cold, she scratched out her own "cherished monogram": SMK. The initials stood for Sergei Mironovich Kirov. During these few minutes of calm, she managed to inscribe all of the windows with Kirov's initials, then began screaming hysterically again: "Monsters, monsters, monsters... We're the ones who killed Comrade Kirov, our dear Mironych! Every one of us! Save him, save him!" By nightfall, she had quieted down, but then she found something else to do — pick lice out of her hair. This required no great skill, since they swarmed over her in vast numbers. Lay your hand on her head, and you would be sure to make a catch. Eventually, she sprinkled some lice on my head with the words "Share and share alike; we're marching toward communism".”
― Anna Larina, This I Cannot Forget: The Memoirs of Nikolai Bukharin's Widow

“An insane woman from Leningrad lay beside me. One moment she would sit up and rip her black coat into thin strips, picking out the wadding, and the next she would unexpectedly send a cry ringing down the corridor: "We killed Sergei Mironovich. We killed him, we all killed him, that's why we're all in jail!" Then she leapt up and ran with eccentric motions to the window, which was completely covered with hoar frost. Like Pushkin's Tatyana, though not with a delicate finger but rather with a fat and dirty one swollen from the cold, she scratched out her own "cherished monogram": SMK. The initials stood for Sergei Mironovich Kirov. During these few minutes of calm, she managed to inscribe all of the windows with Kirov's initials, then began screaming hysterically again:
"Monsters, monsters, monsters... We're the ones who killed Comrade Kirov, our dear Mironych! Every one of us! Save him, save him!"
By nightfall, she had quieted down, but then she found something else to do — pick lice out of her hair. This required no great skill, since they swarmed over her in vast numbers. Lay your hand on her head, and you would be sure to make a catch. Eventually, she sprinkled some lice on my head with the words "Share and share alike; we're marching toward communism".”
― Anna Larina , This I Cannot Forget: The Memoirs of Nikolai Bukharin's Widow