Once upon a time there lived a feisty, despising woman, and she died. And not a single virtue remained after her. The devils grabbed her and threw her into the lake of fire. And her Guardian Angel stands and thinks: what kind of virtue can I remember to tell God? He remembered and said to God: she, he says, pulled out an onion in the garden and gave it to a beggar. And God answers him: take, he says, this very onion, stretch it into the lake, let it grab hold and stretch, and if you pull it out of the lake, then let it go to heaven, but if the onion breaks, then the woman will remain there, where she is now. The angel ran to the woman and handed her the onion: here, the woman said, grab it and reach out. And he began to carefully pull it, and was about to pull it all out, but the other sinners in the lake saw that it was being pulled out, and they all began to grab onto it so that they would be pulled out along with it. But the woman was feisty and contemptuous, and she began to kick their legs: “They are pulling me, not you, my onion, not yours.” As soon as she said this, the onion broke. And the woman fell into the lake and is burning to this day. And the Angel cried and walked away. source: Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky "The Brothers Karamazov"
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