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"Yes," he answered, "yes, Musya, yes." They understood each other and something was firmly settled between them at this moment. And his eyes glistening, Werner again became agitated and quickly stepped over to Sergey. "Seryozha!" But Tanya Kovalchuk answered. Almost crying with maternal pride, she tugged Sergey frantically by the sleeve. "Listen, Werner!
Soldiers bent over him, lifted him up and carried him on, and he struggled faintly in their arms. Why did he not cry? He must have forgotten even that he had a voice. And again the little yellow lanterns became motionless. "And I, Musechka," said Tanya Kovalchuk mournfully, "must I go alone? We lived together, and now " "Tanechka, dearest " But Tsiganok took her part heatedly.
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.
And the man led her to death firmly, holding her arm carefully and feeling the ground with his foot. The lights stopped moving. It was quiet and lonely around Tanya Kovalchuk. The soldiers were silent, all gray in the soft, colorless light of daybreak. "I am alone," sighed Tanya Kovalchuk suddenly. "Seryozha is dead, Werner is dead and Vasya, too. I am alone! Soldiers! soldiers!
Tanya Kovalchuk, weeping freely, petted him on the arm, and adjusted the drooping earlaps of his worn fur cap. "My dear, do not cry! My own! my dear! Poor, unfortunate little fellow!" Musya looked aside. Tsiganok caught her glance and grinned, showing his teeth. "What a queer fellow! He drinks tea, and yet feels cold," he said, with an abrupt laugh.
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