The sun was rising, bringing to the world and all its creatures, life; but to him, the condemned man, death.
Still he would die for his native land, for liberty! That was consolation, support.

He had sought to rid the world of the tyrant who had crushed all nations into the dust, destroyed all liberty.

Fate had not favored him; it shielded the tyrant.

So Kolbielsky was dying.

Not as a criminal, but as the martyr of a great and noble cause would he front death.