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DevushkaIa vlubilas v nih oboih… v diavolski krasivogo katolicheskogo sviashennika, kotoriei nikogda ne smojet biet so mnoi, kotorogo ia nikogda ne smogu lubit otkrieto, i v strannika v kapushone, lica kotorogo nikogda ne videla. Ia proshu ego uiti i ne presledovat menia, no on poiavliaetsia snova i snova. Podbiraetsia vse blije i blije. I inogda mne do boli hochetsia, chtobie on dotronulsia do menia… pust daje lezviem noja, kotoroe sverkaet v ego ruke. StrannikIa nikogda nikogo ne lubil. Jenshinie ni cherta dlia menia ne znachili, poka ia ne uvidel ee. I obezumel. Menia sorvalo v bezdnu. Ia stal sposoben na to, chego ranshe nikogda bie ne sdelal. Zabrat ee lubov siloi, otniat, viedrat, zastavit polubit menia, i plevat mne na ves mir!Ia nikogda ee ne otpushu! Ona MOIa! No est odna prokliataia problema: ia nadel na sebia sutanu — i, esli ia ee snimu, menia razoblachat i ubut.

The girl fell in love with both of them... with a devilishly handsome Catholic priest who could never be with me, whom I could never love openly, and with a hooded wanderer whose face I had never seen. I ask him to leave and not follow me, but he shows up again and again. Getting closer and closer. And sometimes I ache for him to touch me... even with the blade of the knife that glitters in his hand. The wanderer has never loved anyone. Women didn't mean a damn thing to me until I saw her. And he went crazy. I was blown into the abyss. I became capable of doing things that I would never have done before. To take her love by force, to take it away, to rip it out, to make her love me, and I don't give a damn about the whole world!I'll never let her go! She's MINE! But there's one damn problem: I'm wearing a cassock, and if I take it off, I'll be found out and killed.