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Updated: June 4, 2025
She was glad to see her; and recalling her guest's bright blue eyes, she smiled contentedly, as she prepared the samovar and listened to the conversation in the room. "Why so gloomy, Nakhodka?" asked the girl. "The widow has good eyes," answered the Little Russian. "I was thinking maybe my mother has such eyes. You know, I keep thinking of her as alive." "You said she was dead?"
"What's the whispering there? Silence, please! Who reads the Bible?" "I!" said Pavel. "Aha! And whose books are all these?" "Mine!" answered Pavel. "So!" exclaimed the officer, throwing himself on the back of the chair. He made the bones of his slender hand crack, stretched his legs under the table, and adjusting his mustache, asked Nikolay: "Are you Andrey Nakhodka?"
The officer winked his right eye, rubbed it, and showing his fine teeth, said: "And do you happen to know, MR. Nakhodka yes, you, MR. Nakhodka who those scoundrels are who distribute criminal proclamations and books in the factory, eh?"
"There will be enough breaking of our bones before we get to fighting!" the Little Russian put in merrily. It was already past midnight when the group began to break up. The first to go were Vyesovshchikov and the red-haired man which again displeased the mother. "Hm! How they hurry!" she thought, nodding them a not very friendly farewell. "Will you see me home, Nakhodka?" asked Natasha.
Formerly she had but rarely seen such persons, and now she had almost forgotten they existed. "Then this is the man whom Pavel and his friends have provoked," she thought. "I place you, MR. Andrey Onisimov Nakhodka, under arrest." "What for?" asked the Little Russian composedly.
Some one was loafing about outside the window, and the snow crunched under his tread. "You, Nakhodka, you have been searched for political offenses before?" asked the officer. "Yes, I was searched in Rostov and Saratov. Only there the gendarmes addressed me as 'Mr."
Then he said: "Hm! yes Andrey Nakhodka, do you admit " Somebody whispered, "Rise!" Andrey slowly rose, straightened himself, and pulling his mustache looked at the old man from the corners of his eyes. "Yes! To what can I confess myself guilty?" said the Little Russian in his slow, surging voice, shrugging his shoulders.
"Is it not possible for you " She stopped. "What?" "To give it up to somebody else?" "No!" he said aloud. "Think of it! You're a man of such influence; you are so much liked you and Nakhodka are the two foremost revolutionary workers here. Think how much you could accomplish for the cause of freedom! You know that for this they'll send you off far, far, and for a long time!"
There before her stood the gendarme, and spoke in a bass voice: "Pavel Vlasov was named as the ringleader." "And Nakhodka?" asked the fat judge in his lazy undertone. "He, too." "May I " The old judge asked a question of somebody: "You have nothing?" All the judges seemed to the mother to be worn out and ill.
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