The late-July morning sun was hot and steamy, and there
was no breeze on the balcony. Yurovsky moved slowly. He
was downcast and burdened with self-reproach when he stepped without
noise from Ipatiev House on his rubber-heeled brown boots. He
hated himself for what he construed to be his cowardice.
He had intended to take a much stronger stand with
V.I. Lyuzhin on the matter of the execution, to speak
out with courage and eloquence on a subject about which
he had begun to feel deeply. Instead he had failed
miserably, had choked up in the face of Lyuzhin’s orders.
Paraphrases from the novel Catch 22 by Joseph Heller.