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"How perfectly you perform all of these different duties," I said. I am a jailer; I guess the first in our family. Together with Comrade Adolf Pashinsky, a Pole from the dreadnaught "Andrey Pervozvanny," I am walking on the Great Liberty Street, and inside of the fence, watching the prisoners in the Mansion, and watching to see that supreme justice the will of the people be done.
I'll wait for five minutes" the sun did not hide, so this was accepted. Then I tried to figure how to do it, and found a way. I'll get Pashinsky at the first attempt. My God, what nonsense I think of!... Schtolz. Jackson. Vieren. The man with the wounded leg. Kitser. Dutzman. Khokhriakov. Fost. Pashinsky. Kart. Fedor. Laksman. Kobylinsky. Perkel. Niestadt. Cymes. Leibner. Vert. Wang-Lee. Frenkel.
My language has become vulgar; my manners, also. I begin.... ... This morning Pashinsky repeated that the Em. will be taken to Ekaterinburg with the Empress and the Heir. The daughters will stay here for a while. "Believe me, we'll have a good time," he said, offensively breathing in my face. I stood near the gates of the fence when Dr. Botkin passed.
I brought up my hand, so, that for the Emperor it was a salute; for Pashinsky a mosquito which I killed on my forehead. Both Emperor and Botkin immediately turned away and entered the Mansion. "You watch him closer, Syva," Pashinsky said, "I think we'll take him away for good pretty soon."
From time to time she would stop turning the pages, and look without expression, without moving down at Pashinsky and me, and at the quiet city, at clear skies, at the distant golden crosses shining under the moon. There was something natural, and yet not ordinary, in this dark figure behind the curtain.
Here Pashinsky stopped and I heard his heavy breathing. Then he threw open the door. I saw mattresses on the floor and in a far corner pale, trembling figures, glued together by fear.
Every time he would be near the garden, he would cough in such a noisy and sardonic way that the Heir, who was sitting with Derevenko on the bench would turn his long, pensive face, and his old sailor guardian would look with hatred on the rascal. When Pashinsky was away, the window behind me opened very cautiously and a lady's voice said to me, "Don't turn.
He was continually repeating what I should do, and continually asking me whether I thought everything was safe. Finally night arrived. At nine the lights in the Mansion were put out all but in one window. I knew how hearts were beating there: mine was echoing. "I am going, Syva," Pashinsky whispered. "I can't wait any longer all is burning inside of me."
I cut the tassel away and put it under somebody's pillow, and hid the rope in my bosom. At seven Pashinsky finally came back, surprisingly clean, shaven, and smelling of some cheap and penetrating perfume. He was slightly drunk. When clean, he looked to me a thousand times worse. Neither Pashinsky, nor I, could wait until the night came.
I walked out onto Tuliatskaya Street and chatted for a while with Leibner and Vert. I was changed and nobody asked me where my friend Pashinsky was. Comrade Fost was shot yesterday at nine in the morning for murder. It was a glorious inspiration to put the tassel under his pillow. In the afternoon we buried Pashinsky.
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