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.

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Paraphrases from the novel Catch 22 by Joseph Heller.

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