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Updated: June 3, 2025
"The tyranny will fall " sounded the prophetic song from the lips of Fedya. "And the people will rise!" the chorus of powerful voices seconded confidently and menacingly. But the harmonious flow of the song was broken by the quiet words: "He is giving orders." "Charge bayonets!" came the piercing order from the front.
At first they gossiped of one thing and another, the work of to-morrow, the horses; but suddenly Fedya turned to Ilyusha, and, as though taking up again an interrupted conversation, asked him: 'Come then, so you've seen the domovoy?
She was stirred and affected by his embarrassed awkwardness and droll ignorance, and smiled to herself with a sigh. Then her thoughts leaped to her son and to Andrey. She recalled the high-pitched, sparkling voice of Fedya, and gradually the whole day of the first of May unrolled itself before her, clothed in new sounds, reflecting new thoughts.
Three notes of nearly the same pitch, resonant as the voice of Fedya Mazin, sparkled in the stream of sounds, like three silvery fish in a brook. At times another note united with these in a simple song, which enfolded the heart in a kind yet sad caress.
Whether he was pleased by the young officer's pluck, or whether a feeling akin to remorse was roused in his soul it's hard to say... but from the time of his duel with Kister, Avdey Ivanovitch scarcely left his side, and called him first Fyodor, and afterwards simply Fedya. In his presence he became quite another man and strange to say! the change was not in his favour.
'No, only, look here, Fedya, he went on with the manner of a preceptor, 'I was only going to point out that you're altogether out of it about women, my lad. You believe me, Fedya, they 're all alike. One's only got to take a little trouble, hang about them a bit, and you've got things in your own hands. Look at Masha Perekatov now.... 'Oh!
He looked at her, moved closer to her, and said gently: "I cannot, mamma! I cannot lie! You have to get used to it." The next day they knew that Bukin, Samoylov, Somov, and five more had been arrested. In the evening Fedya Mazin came running in upon them. A search had been made in his house also. He felt himself a hero. "Were you afraid, Fedya?" asked the mother.
"Yes, you are delighted, and I am disgusted. Which of us is right, I cannot say, but I venture to think as his father, I know my own son better than you do. Look how he is sitting! Is that the way decently brought up children sit? Sit properly." Fedya tilts his chin up, cranes his neck, and fancies that he is holding himself better. Tears come into his eyes. "Eat your dinner!
In the wall behind the grill the door opened, a soldier came out with a bared saber on his shoulder; behind him appeared Pavel, Andrey, Fedya Mazin, the two Gusevs, Samoylov, Bukin, Somov, and five more young men whose names were unknown to the mother. Pavel smiled kindly; Andrey also, showing his teeth as he nodded to her.
And this Yegor Ivanovich is such a simple fellow, such a joker! He speaks so comically." "I'm glad you like them," said Pavel softly. "They are simple people, Pasha. It's good when people are simple. And they all respect you." Again, Monday, Pavel did not go to work. His head ached. But at dinner time Fedya Mazin came running in, excited, out of breath, happy, and tired. "Come!
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