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Tanya Kovalchuk had no near relatives, and those whom she had were somewhere in the wilderness in Little Russia, and it was not likely that they even knew of the trial or of the coming execution. Musya and Werner, as unidentified people, were not supposed to have relatives, and only two, Sergey Golovin and Vasily Kashirin, were to meet their parents.
"All, mend, if it were not for men we should not be poking in these huts," said Vasily, on one occasion. "And what if we are poking in these huts? It's not so bad. You can live in them." "Live in them, indeed! Bah, you!... You have lived long and learned little, looked at much and seen little. What sort of life is there for a poor man in a hut here or there? The cannibals are devouring you.
'Barynya, I drove you to Vasily Island one day, you remember! 'She's going with me; you get out! yells the other. 'She drove on the Nevsky with me long before she ever saw you; didn't you, barynya? and the Liteinaya, and so on till he has enumerated more streets than I have ever heard of. 'And we're old, old friends, aren't we, barynya? And look at my be-e-autiful horse!
Workmen came up to her with cups in their hands, and when they were near Ivan and Vasily, they began to laugh aloud. The mother calmly suspended the transfer of the books, and poured sour soup and vermicelli soup, while the Gusevs joked her. "How cleverly Nilovna does her work!" "Necessity drives one even to catching mice," remarked a stoker somberly.
It took a long time until he was silently pushed through the door. Vasily Kashirin also moved himself, unconsciously imitating the movements of his comrades he did everything as they did. But on boarding the platform of the car, he stumbled, and a gendarme took him by the elbow to support him. Vasily shuddered and screamed shrilly, drawing back his arm: "Ai!" "What is it, Vasya?"
And continuing to tremble he entered the car himself and seated himself in a corner. Bending over to Musya, Werner asked her softly, pointing with his eyes at Vasily: "How about him?" "Bad," answered Musya, also in a soft voice. "He is dead already. Werner, tell me, is there such a thing as death?"
Samoylov's mother stirred on the bench, nudging her with her shoulder and elbow, and said to her husband in a subdued whisper: "How is this, now? Is it possible?" "You see, it's possible." "But what is going to happen to him, to Vasily?" "Keep still. Stop." The public was jarred by something it did not understand.
God has not given me happiness, but what He may give, so will it be. That's so, friend Vasily Stepanych." Vasily Stepanych knocked the ashes out of his pipe against a rail, stood up, and said: "It is not luck which follows us in life, but human beings. There is no crueller beast on this earth than man. Wolf does not eat wolf, but man will readily devour man."
"Vasily! why don't you bring her in?" "She won't come!" answered a voice, and then the spot moved towards the policeman. I halted and asked the police-officer, "What is it?" He said, "They are taking a girl from the Rzhanoff house to the station-house; and she is hanging back, she won't walk." A house- porter in a sheepskin coat was leading her.
Werner rushed over to him. Vasily was silent, trembling in every limb. The confused and even offended gendarme explained: "I wanted to keep him from falling, and he " "Come, Vasya, let me hold you," said Werner, about to take him by the arm. But Vasily drew back his arm again and cried more loudly than before: "Ai!" "Vasya, it is I, Werner." "I know. Don't touch me. I'll go myself."
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