Chapter 15: There lived a certain man in Russia long ago He was big and strong, in his eyes a flaming glow

 Sad Rasputin sitting at a table alone. There is a glass and a bottle of vodka on the table. Charcoal 

I was always fond of Rastov, because of Quicklime's line, "....  He was a good man.  He took good care of me.  He cared about people, about the whole world.     What's that human notion, compassion.  He had a lot of that.  It's one of the reasons he drank a lot, I think.  He felt everybody else's pain too much..."