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Yet all these voices were more sober, more subdued, more restrained than they had been, and presently a little muzhik whose poll was swathed in a red handkerchief stooped and raised Silantiev's head. But almost as instantly he let it fall again, and, dipping his hands into the water, said gravely: "You have killed him. He is dead."
Also, since the mouth and moustache had been bashed aside the teeth lay bared in a twisted, truly horrible smile, while, as the most horrible point of all, the left eye was hanging from its socket, and, become hideously large, gazing, seemingly, at the inner pocket of the flap of Silantiev's pea-jacket, whence there was protruding a white edging of paper.
A fair-headed little fellow, he had a body as thin as a pike when standing on its tail, a grey, stonelike countenance that was deeply sunken between the shoulders, a mouth perpetually half-agape, and round, owlish-looking eyes. As he approached the corpse he bent forward with one hand upon his knee to throw the more light upon Silantiev's bruised head and body.
At the moment I did not believe the words; but presently, as I stood watching how the water coursed between Silantiev's legs, and turned them this way and that, and made them stir as though they were striving to divest themselves of the shabby old boots, I realised with all my being that the hands which were resting in mine were the hands of a corpse.
As he spoke a few more sparks descended upon Silantiev's scalp and wet cheeks, and went out, while the flare's reflection so played in the ball of Silantiev's eye as to communicate to it an added appearance of death.
"Peace to this gathering!" he said gravely as, pressing his left hand to his stomach, he bowed. "And we pray your indulgence," was Silantiev's response, though he did not raise his eyes as he spoke. "Pray be seated."
"Let us throw their tools into the stream." "Yes, and start a riot," was Silantiev's comment as he squatted before the embers of the fire. Around the barraque, picked out against the yellow of its framework, a number of dark figures were surging to and fro as around a conflagration.
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