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But with her it is just as if just as if I were with an infant, understand? Do you understand me?" "I do. Go. Come, let me kiss you once more, Musechka." "Kiss! Kiss each other!" urged Tsiganok. "That's a woman's job! You must bid each other a hearty good-by!" Musya and Tsiganok moved forward. Musya walked cautiously, slipping, and by force of habit raising her skirts slightly.
It was as if she had already departed from earth and was nearing the unknown sun of truth and life, and was in-corporeally soaring in its light. "And that is Death? That is not Death!" thought Musya blissfully.
At the last, Musya, who is a typical Russian heroine in her splendid resolution and boundless tenderness, becomes the soul of the whole party, and tries to help them all by her gentle conduct and her words of love. The whole spirit of this book is profoundly Christian. One feels as if he were taken back in history, and were present at the execution of a group of early Christian martyrs.
A damp wind issued from it. "The sea," said Sergey Golovin, inhaling the air with nose and mouth. "The sea is there!" Musya answered sonorously: "My love which is as broad as the sea!" "What is that, Musya?" "The banks of life cannot hold my love, which is as broad as the sea."
"I don't know. There he is." Vasily stood, gloomy, motionless. "And where is Musya?" "Here I am. Is that you, Werner?" They began to look about, avoiding the direction of the gallows, where the lanterns continued to move about silently with terrible suggestiveness. On the left, the bare forest seemed to be growing thinner, and something large and white and flat was visible.
Suddenly Musya took Werner by the hand and with an expression of surprise, she said like an actress on the stage, with measured emphasis: "Werner, what is this? You said, 'I love'? You never before said 'I love' to anybody. And why are you all so tender and serene? Why?" "Why?" And like an actor, also accentuating what he felt, Werner pressed Musya's hand firmly: "Yes, now I love very much.
"Are all of us to be hanged?" "All." "Oho!" Tsiganok grinned, showing his teeth, and quickly felt everybody with his eyes, stopping for an instant longer on Musya and Yanson. Then he winked again to Werner. "The Minister?" "Yes, the Minister. And you?" "I am here for something else, master. People like me don't deal with ministers. I am a murderer, master, that's what I am. An ordinary murderer.
And if they should attempt to convince her, frightening her by the ominous sight of her own decomposed body, that it was she she, Musya, would answer with a smile: "No. You think that it is I, but it isn't. I am the one you are speaking to; how can I be the other one?" "But you will die and become like that." "No, I will not die." "You will be executed. Here is the noose."
And imagining to herself that Werner was in the next cell, driving his heels into the ground with his distinct, measured steps, Musya spoke, as if addressing him: "No, Werner, my dear; it is all nonsense; it isn't at all important whether or not you are killed. You are a sensible man, but you seem to be playing chess, and that by taking one figure after another the game is won.
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