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Updated: May 3, 2025
He began quite bluntly about the illegal digging up of Egorka's grave. Trirodov said: "Surely it was impossible to leave a live boy to suffocate in a grave." The Captain replied in a rather austere voice: "You should have notified the Prior of the cemetery church of your suspicions. He would have done all there was to be done."
Egorka got down on his knees and whispered as he kissed Grisha's feet: "I pray to you angels with all my strength." "Then follow me," said Grisha. Light hands descended on Egorka's shoulders and lifted him from the grass. Egorka followed Grisha obediently to the blue paradise of his quiet eyes. A peaceful valley opened before him and the quiet children played in it.
He knew, of course, that it was a lie. But latterly, acting on the instructions of the local branch of the Black Hundred, he had been engaged in provocatory work. The new episode came in handily. The police began an investigation. They looked for the boy, but without success. In any case, they found a Jew who had been seen by some one near Egorka's house. He was arrested. It was evening again.
The dew fell on Egorka's feet, and its kisses gave him joy. The quiet children surrounded Egorka and Grisha and, all joining hands in one broad ring, carried the two boys with them in a swiftly moving dance. "My dear angels," shouted Egorka, twirling and rejoicing, "you have bright little faces, you have clean little eyes, you have white little hands, you have light little feet!
He said: "I have come to you, I'm sorry to say, on unpleasant business." Incidentally, he hinted that the illegal opening of Egorka's grave might give cause to an official investigation. Trirodov gave the Commissary a bribe and treated him to lunch. The Commissary of the police left in high spirits. At last Trirodov had a visit from the Captain of the police. He had a gloomy, inaccessible look.
Egorka's mother was at home when Egorka returned. There was a radiant sadness about him as he walked up to his mother, kissed her and said: "Hello, mamma!" Egorka's mother assailed him with questions: "Oh, you little wretch! Where have you been? What have you been doing? What unclean demons have carried you away?" Egorka remembered his promise. He stood before his mother in obstinate silence.
The two boys avoided the tiresome monotony of the fields and the roads, and entered the dark silence of the wood. They passed by glades and copses and quietly purling streams. The boys strode along narrow footpaths, where the gentle dew clung to their feet. Everything appeared wonderful in Egorka's eyes, used only to the raging turbulence of a malignant yet dull and grey life.
They like to torment, vengeance gives them pleasure. But later Egorka's mother took pity on him; she thought she had flogged him too hard. And now she walked up quietly to him. Egorka lay on the bench and moaned softly, then he grew silent. His mother smoothed his back awkwardly with her rough hands and left him. She thought he had gone to sleep. In the morning she went to wake him.
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