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We ought to get special people for the villages. People! We haven't enough nowhere. Life demands hundreds of hands!" "Now, if Pasha could be free and Andriusha," said the mother softly. Nikolay looked at her and drooped his head. "You see, Nilovna, it'll be hard for you to hear; but I'll say it, anyway I know Pavel well; he won't leave prison.
The Little Russian regarded him with his round eyes, threw a glance at the mother, and said sadly, but firmly: "For myself, I wouldn't touch a living thing. But for comrades, for the cause, I am capable of everything. I'd even kill. I'd kill my own son." "Oh, Andriusha!" the mother exclaimed under her breath. He smiled and said: "It can't be helped! Such is our life!" "Ye-es," Pavel drawled.
"Andriusha!" the mother called from the kitchen. "Come get the samovar. It's ready!" Andrey walked out of the room, and Vyesovshchikov, left alone, looked about, stretched out his foot sheathed in a coarse, heavy boot, looked at it, bent down, and felt the stout calf of his legs. Then he raised one hand to his face, carefully examined the palm, and turned it around.
He divined that she was studying by herself in secret, understood her bashfulness, and ceased to invite her to read with him. Shortly afterwards she said to him: "My eyes are getting weak, Andriusha. I guess I need glasses." "All right! Next Sunday I'll take you to a physician in the city, a friend of mine, and you shall have glasses!"
They believe! Yes, indeed, they believe, Andriusha! But here am I I can't love like that! I love my own, the near ones!" "Yes, you can!" said the Little Russian, and turning away his face from her, he rubbed his head, face, and eyes vigorously as was his wont. "Everybody loves those who are near," he continued. "To a large heart, what is far is also near. You, mother, are capable of a great deal.
"The clouds are racing; they're out of place to-day." He went into the kitchen all disheveled but jolly after his sleep. "Good morning, mother dear; how did you sleep?" The mother went to him and whispered: "Andriusha, keep close to him." "Certainly. As long as it depends on us, we'll always stick to each other, you may be sure." "What's that whispering about?" Pavel asked. "Nothing.
Maybe I don't understand your affairs so very well; but all are near me, I feel sorry for all, and I wish well to all. And to you, Andriusha, more than all the rest." He took her hand in his, pressed it tightly, and quickly turned aside. Fatigued with emotion and agitation, the mother leisurely and silently washed the cups; and her breast gently glowed with a bold feeling that warmed her heart.
"No matter what other people may want, a mother always wants affection. You certainly have a heart plenty big enough for one man!" "But those people! Just think, Andriusha!" she suddenly exclaimed, amazement in her tone. "How used they get to all this! Their children are taken away from them, are thrown into dungeons, and, mind you, it's as nothing to them! They come, sit about, wait, and talk.
He is a countryman of mine, you know. Andriusha wanted to teach me to read, also." "And you got offended, and began to study by yourself in secret." "Oh, so he found me out!" she exclaimed in embarrassment. Then troubled by this abundance of joy which filled her heart she again suggested to Pavel: "Shan't we call him in? He went out on purpose, so as not to disturb us. He has no mother."
Kolosov has arrived." "Kolosov? and who on earth is Mr. Kolosov?" "You don't know him? Andriusha Kolosov! Come, old boy, let's go to him directly. He came back last night from a holiday engagement." "But what sort of fellow is he?" "An exceptional man, my boy, let me assure you!" "An exceptional man," I answered; "then you go alone. I'll stop at home. I know your exceptional men!
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