Asylum patient dies destroying three poppies
A newly committed patient in a provincial Russian asylum becomes convinced that three red poppies in the hospital garden hold all the world's evil, fed by innocent blood and tears. He plucks one flower at a time and presses each to his chest, believing the evil passes into him and dies with him, while he wastes away despite eating. Put in a straitjacket, he breaks free, squeezes through the window bars at night, and tears out the last flower; he is found dead the next morning, his hand clenched so tightly around it that he is buried with it.