'It"s the symbol of my taking up the cross,' he laughed. 'As though I had not suffered much till now! The wooden cross, that is the peasant one; the copper one, that is Lizaveta"s–you will wear yourself, show me! So she had it on… at that moment? I remember two things like these too, a silver one and a little ikon. I threw them back on the old woman"s neck. Those would be appropriate now, really, those are what I ought to put on now…. But I am talking nonsense and forgetting what matters; I"m somehow forgetful…. You see I have come to warn you, Sonia, so that you might know… that"s all–that"s all I came for. But I thought I had more to say. You wanted me to go yourself. Well, now I am going to prison and you"ll have your wish. Well, what are you crying for? You too? Don"t. Leave off! Oh, how I hate it all!'