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"You are concealing something from me," she exclaimed. "Do you, Natalia Victorovna, believe in the duty of revenge?" "Listen, Kirylo Sidorovitch. I believe that the future shall be merciful to us all. Revolutionist and reactionary, victim and executioner, betrayer and betrayed, they shall all be pitied together when the light breaks on our black sky at last.
But it was for Miss Haldin, already so tried in her deepest affections, that I felt a serious concern. Her attitude, her face, expressed compassion struggling with doubt on the verge of terror. "What is it, Kirylo Sidorovitch?" There was a hint of tenderness in that cry. He only stared at her in that complete surrender of all his faculties which in a happy lover would have had the name of ecstasy.
Do give over, little father. They are unlucky people." Razumov moved his shoulders slightly. "Or is it that some secret enemy has been calumniating you, Kirylo Sidorovitch? The world is full of black hearts and false denunciations nowadays. There is much fear about." "Have you heard that I have been denounced by some one?" asked Razumov, without taking his eyes off her quivering face.
An appreciable fraction of a second elapsed before the real import of the question reached him, like a bullet which strikes some time after the flash of the fired shot. Luckily his disengaged hand was ready to grip a bar of the gate. He held it with a terrible force, but his presence of mind was gone. He could make only a sort of gurgling, grumpy sound. "Come, Kirylo Sidorovitch!" she urged him.
"I won't even deny that it may have some importance for you too," he continued, after a slight pause and with a touch of grimness of which he was himself aware, with some annoyance. He hoped it had escaped the perception of Peter Ivanovitch. "But suppose we talk no more about it?" "Well, we shall not not after this one time, Kirylo Sidorovitch," persisted the noble arch-priest of Revolution.
"Ah! your brother.... But on your lips, in your voice, it sounds...and indeed in you everything is divine.... I wish I could know the innermost depths of your thoughts, of your feelings." "But why, Kirylo Sidorovitch?" she cried, alarmed by these words coming out of strangely lifeless lips. "Have no fear. It is not to betray you.
Razumov, listening with a faint smile, asked Councillor Mikulin point-blank if this meant that he was going to have him watched. The high official took no offence at the cynical inquiry. "No, Kirylo Sidorovitch," he answered gravely. "I don't mean to have you watched." Razumov, suspecting a lie, affected yet the greatest liberty of mind during the short remainder of that interview.
She has not shed a tear yet not a single tear." "Not a tear! And you, Natalia Victorovna? You have been able to cry?" "I have. And then I am young enough, Kirylo Sidorovitch, to believe in the future. But when I see my mother so terribly distracted, I almost forget everything. I ask myself whether one should feel proud or only resigned. We had such a lot of people coming to see us.
The other night I flung a fellow out of a certain place where I was having a fairly good time. A tyrannical little beast of a quill-driver from the Treasury department. He was bullying the people of the house. I rebuked him. 'You are not behaving humanely to God's creatures that are a jolly sight more estimable than yourself, I said. I can't bear to see any tyranny, Kirylo Sidorovitch.
"Well, Kirylo Sidorovitch, we shall have to say good-bye, presently." In his incertitude of the ground on which he stood Razumov felt perturbed. Turning his head quickly, he saw two men on the opposite side of the road. Seeing themselves noticed by Sophia Antonovna, they crossed over at once, and passed one after another through the little gate by the side of the empty lodge.
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