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Updated: June 26, 2025
"What's the matter?" exclaimed Liudmila, running up to him. He looked at the mother with fixed eyes, and now they seemed large and strangely bright. "Wait!" he whispered. Opening his mouth wide, he raised his head and stretched his hand forward. The mother carefully held it up and caught her breath as she looked into his face.
A minute afterwards they all three stood at the open window, pressing close against one another, and looked at the dusky face of the autumn night. On the black tops of the trees glittered the stars, endlessly deepening the distance of the sky. Liudmila took the mother by the hand, and silently pressed her head to her shoulders.
It must be good and terrible to have such a son." "Yes, it's good. And now it's no longer terrible." Liudmila settled her smoothly combed hair with her tawny hand and sighed softly. A light, warm shadow trembled on her cheeks, the shadow of a suppressed smile. "We are going to print it. Will you help me?" "Of course." "I'll set it up quickly. You lie down; you had a hard day; you're tired.
Liudmila entered, and carefully closing the door after her, said, turning to Vlasova: "Your friend ought to change his clothes without fail, and leave here as soon as possible. So go at once; get him some clothes, and bring them here. I'm sorry Sofya's not here. Hiding people is her specialty." "She's coming to-morrow," remarked Vlasova, throwing her shawl over her shoulders.
"All the same but your smile pleased me. It was so calm, so good so great." Liudmila laughed, and her laugh sounded velvety. "I thought of you, of your life your life is a hard one, isn't it?" The mother, moving her eyebrows, was silent and thoughtful. "Of course it's hard!" exclaimed Liudmila. "I don't know," said the mother carefully.
The boy rose, looked inquiringly at Liudmila, prettily screwing up his eyes. "Open the door, Seryozha. Who do you suppose it is?" And with a composed gesture she let her hand into the pocket of the skirt, saying to the mother: "If it is the gendarmes, you, Pelagueya Nilovna, stand here in this corner, and you, Ser " "I know. The dark passage," the little boy answered softly, disappearing.
Liudmila again mentioned Nikolay without any expression of regret for his arrest and, to the mother, it seemed in perfectly natural tones. The time passed more quickly than on the other days. When they had done drinking tea it was already near midday. "However!" exclaimed Liudmila, and at the same time a knock at the door was heard.
"Well, he doesn't need anything to eat." When they walked into Yegor's room they were met by the words: "I'm preparing to join my forefathers, my friend. Liudmila Vasilyevna, this man walked away from prison without the permission of the authorities a bit of shameless audacity. Before all, feed him, then hide him somewhere for a day or two."
The dry, sharp groans shook her body, and gasping for breath she laid her head on the bed at Yegor's feet. The mother wept silent tears which seared her cheeks. For some reason she tried to restrain them. She wanted to fondle Liudmila, and wanted to speak about Yegor with words of love and grief.
And suddenly, as if struck a blow on the head, she dropped faintly on her knees, covered her face, and gave vent to dull, stifled groans. The mother folded Yegor's hands over his breast and adjusted his head, which was strangely warm, on the pillow. Then silently wiping her eyes, she went to Liudmila, bent over her, and quietly stroked her thick hair.
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