Crime and Punishment Part IV, chapter 4
Sonia has read the story of Lazarus to Raskolnikov.
“That is all about the raising of Lazarus,” she whispered severely and abruptly, and turning away she stood motionless, not daring to raise her eyes to him. She still trembled feverishly. The candle-end was flickering out in the battered candle-stick, dimly lighting up in the poverty-stricken room the murderer and the harlot who had so strangely been reading together the eternal book.
I think Dostoyevsky could give Flaubert a run for his money.