“...Already the roses and lilies on the altar were fragrant, and I was approaching it with the lovely Elvira, with delight in my soul, with a sweet thrill in my heart, the priest was already preparing to confirm our union with his blessing - when suddenly a stranger appeared, dressed in black , with a pale face, with a gloomy look; the dagger shone in his hand. “Treacherous! - he said to Elvira. “You swore to be mine forever and forgot your oath!” I swore to love you to the grave: I’m dying... and I love you!..” Blood was already flowing from his heart, he plunged a dagger into his chest and fell dead on the platform of the temple...”