He must be taken to the Hungarian fortress Leopoldstadt.
There he must remain so long as he lives.'" "To Leopoldstadt! In an open grave," cried Kolbielsky gloomily.

"Cut off from the world, in joyless solitude, far from you.

Oh, death, speedy death would be better and--" "No," she interrupted, "not far from me! I will remain with you.

The emperor at my fervent entreaty, permitted your servant, your faithful servant, to accompany you, share your imprisonment.

Now look at me, beloved, look at me.