-Who would have thought that the Son of God could have a weakness for such a ridiculous thing as a light winter frost.

-His origin did not protect him from human troubles, and he, like anyone else, had a dislike for the scorching cold, except that the current frost was not fierce, it was very warm for winter, but this "good news" did not touch Dostoevsky, he still felt bad.

-Sprawled on the bed, not even bothering to throw on at least a thin blanket, he shuddered from the cold, as if in convulsions. A silver ice cross shone on his bare skinny chest, but the love of God did not save him from frosty suffering.