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They clutch at nutshells and all sorts of nastiness, knock their heads together, but do not find the kopeck. They begin looking again, and look till Vasya takes the lamp out of Grisha's hands and puts it in its place. Grisha goes on looking in the dark. But at last the kopeck is found. The players sit down at the table and mean to go on playing. "Sonya is asleep!" Alyosha announces.
The brightness of the sun, the noise of the carriages, the horses, the bright buttons are all so impressively new and not dreadful, that Grisha's soul is filled with a feeling of enjoyment and he begins to laugh. "Come along! Come along!" he cries to the man with the bright buttons, tugging at his coattails. "Come along where?" asks the man. "Come along!" Grisha insists.
He never lifted his eyes from his plate, but kept on sighing and making horrible grimaces, as he muttered to himself: "What a pity! It has flown away! The dove is flying to heaven! The stone lies on the tomb!" and so forth. Ever since the morning Mamma had been absent-minded, and Grisha's presence, words, and actions seemed to make her more so.
Kirsha walked up to him and, indicating the cemetery with a movement of his head, asked: "Is he alive? Has he awakened?" "Yes," said Grisha. "Egorushka is sighing in his grave; he's just awakened." Kirsha ran home to his father and repeated to him Grisha's words. "We must make haste," said Trirodov. He again experienced an agitation with which he had been long familiar.
"She was here yesterday. She was very indignant with the high school people on Grisha's account. The Latin teacher, it seems, had been unfair to him." "Yes, I have seen his pictures. I didn't care for them very much," Levin went back to the subject she had started. Levin talked now not at all with that purely businesslike attitude to the subject with which he had been talking all the morning.
In that world, besides nurse and Grisha, there are often mamma and the cat. Mamma is like a doll, and puss is like papa's fur-coat, only the coat hasn't got eyes and a tail. From the world which is called the nursery a door leads to a great expanse where they have dinner and tea. There stands Grisha's chair on high legs, and on the wall hangs a clock which exists to swing its pendulum and chime.
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.
We talked about Woloda's riding a hunter and said what a shame it was that Lubotshka, could not run as fast as Katenka, and what fun it would be if we could see Grisha's chains, and so forth; but of the impending separation we said not a word. Our chatter was interrupted by the sound of the carriage driving up, with a village urchin perched on each of its springs.
To-night, at the races will you be there?" "No, I shall not be there." "Do come. I have none of my own now, but I back Grisha's horses. You remember; he has a fine stud. You'll come, won't you? And we'll have some supper together." "No, I cannot have supper with you either," said Nekhludoff with a smile. "Well, that's too bad! And where are you off to now? Shall I give you a lift?"
"This that if we want to see Grisha's chains we must go upstairs at once to the men-servants' rooms. Grisha is to sleep in the second one, so we can sit in the store-room and see everything." "All right. Wait here, and I'll tell the girls." The girls came at once, and we ascended the stairs, though the question as to which of us should first enter the store-room gave us some little trouble.
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