Fyodor Dostoevsky. Crime and punishment (№ 92312)

As it happened, he himself did not know, but suddenly there's something caught him and sort of threw himself at her feet. He cried and hugged her knees. In the first instant she was terribly frightened, and her face was half dead. She jumped up and shakily looked at him. But immediately, at the same moment she understood. Her eyes lit up with an infinite happiness; she understood, and for her there was no doubt that he loves, loves it and it's finally this moment...
They wanted to say but couldn't. Tears stood in their eyes. They were both pale and thin; but those sick pale faces shone the dawn of a renewed future, of a full resurrection into a new life. Their resurrected love, the heart entered into infinite sources of life for the heart of another.
They put to wait and endure. They had another seven years; until then unbearable so much flour and so much infinite happiness! But he rose again, and he knew it, felt quite all the renewed being, and she - she had lived only with his life!
The evening of the same day, when I locked the barracks, Raskolnikov lay on his bunk and thought about her. On this day, he felt as if all the convicts, his former enemies, already looked at him differently. He even spoke with them and answered him gently. He remembered it now, but it was meant to be: isn't it now all change?
He thought about her. He remembered as he is constantly tortured her and tormented her heart; remembered her pale, slender face, but it almost did not torture and now these memories: he knew by what infinite love he would now redeem all her sufferings.