Look out.

Don't drink," whispered Natalya, soundlessly.
The priest came, and, covering her face with something, and sighing, began to read gentle, beseeching words: "Oh God, Almighty Lord, who cureth every disease, cure also Thy servant Natalya, who has just given birth to a child; and restore her from the bed on which she now lies, for in the words of David, 'We indulge in lawlessness and are wicked in Thine eyes."' The old man's voice was interrupted now and then, his thin face was stern and from his clothes came the odour of rock-rose.
"Guard the infant born of her, guard him from all possible temptation, from all possible cruelty, from all possible storms, from evil spirits, night and day." Ignat listened to the prayer, and wept silently.

His big, hot tears fell on the bare hand of his wife.

But the hand, evidently, did not feel that the tears were dropping upon it: it remained motionless, and the skin did not tremble from the fall of the tears.

After the prayer Natalya became unconscious and a day later she died, without saying another word--she died just as quietly as she had lived.