"And what does God do for you?"

Perhaps it was the combination of Yann Tiersen's music scores and Dostoevsky against the pale backdrop of today but I could not help the idle tears that seemed to flow as I read:

"'So you pray to God a great deal, Sonia?' he asked her. Sonia did not speak, he stood beside her waiting for an answer. 'What should I be without God?' she whispered rapidly...

Raskolnikov turned and looked at her with emotion. Yes, he had known it! She was trembling in real physical fever. He had expected it. She was getting near the story of the greatest miracle and a feeling of immense triumph came over her. Her voice rang out like a bell; triumph and joy gave it power. The lines danced before her eyes, but she knew what she was reading by heart. At the least verse 'Could not this Man which opened the eyes of the blind...' dropping her voice she passionately reproduced the doubt, the reproach and censure of the blind disbelieving...

The candle-end was flickering out in the battered candlestick, dimly lighting up in the poverty-stricken room the murderer and the harlot who had so strangely been reading together the eternal book." ~Dostoevsky