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Updated: June 26, 2025
Then she pictured to herself Liudmila and the physician in the extremely light white room, the dead eyes of Yegor behind them. A compassion for all people oppressed her. She sighed heavily, and hastened her pace, driven along by her tumultuous feelings. "I must hurry," she thought in obedience to a sad but encouraging power that jostled her from within.
Liudmila, keeping step with her, said, with irony in her low voice: "Yes, really! The assistant prosecuting attorney, Shostak, just now brought the incriminating acts. In the court they say, quite openly, that the sentence has already been fixed. What does it mean? Do the authorities fear that the judges will deal too mercifully with the enemies of the government?
There are less people on the street, and the police spy around more; and, you know, he's rather awkward." Yegor laughed hoarsely. "You're a young girl yet, granny." "May I visit you in the hospital?" He nodded his head, coughing. Liudmila glanced at the mother with her dark eyes and suggested: "Do you want to take turns with me in attending him? Yes? Very well. And now go quickly."
Leaning his back against the wall, he twisted his beard with nimble fingers, and winking his eyes, rapidly looked at the group by the bed. "One more!" he muttered. Liudmila rose and walked over to the window. The mother raised her head and glanced around with a sigh.
Besides, you can be of great help to Liudmila. Flee far from evil." The possibility of taking a part in the printing of her son's speech was pleasant to her, and she answered: "If so, I'll go. But don't think I'm afraid." "Very well. Now, tell me where my valise and my linen are.
And when you look at them well you see that the hard things, the evil and difficult, are around them, on the outside, and not within." Liudmila quickly threw up her head, looked at her with a deep, embracing look. The mother felt that her words did not exhaust her thoughts, which vexed and offended her. "You're not speaking about yourself," said her hostess softly.
And even if he were dead it would be easier for me " She paused again, and added more firmly and loudly: "Then I would know he's merely dead, but not an enemy of that which is higher than the feeling of a mother, dearer and more necessary than life." "My darling," said the mother quietly, feeling as if something powerful were burning her heart. "Yes, you are happy," Liudmila said with a smile.
Let it remain as it was said; let it remain. Yes." And in a calmer tone she continued: "It's time for you to start soon; it's far." "Yes, presently. I'm glad! Oh, how glad I am! If you only knew! I'm going to carry the word of my son, the word of my blood. Why, it's like one's own soul!" She smiled; but her smile did not find a clear reflection in the face of Liudmila.
It's been decided to publish it at once. Take it to Liudmila. Pavel spoke well, Nilovna; and his speech will play a part. Look out for spies, Sasha. Wait a little while hide these papers, too. You might give them to Ivan, for example."
Liudmila silently thrust the manuscript into her belt and sat down on a chair. A red gleam of the fire was reflected on her spectacles; its hot smile played on her motionless face. "When they come to me I'm going to shoot at them," she said with determination in her moderated voice. "I have the right to protect myself against violence; and I must fight with them if I call upon others to fight.
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