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The spark must be thrown into the heart, into its very depths!" "It's time we lived and were guided by reason," Pavel said in a low voice. "The boot does not fit the foot; it's too thin and narrow! The foot won't get in! And if it does, it will wear the boot out mighty quick. That is the trouble." Sizov, meanwhile, talked to the mother. "It's time for us old folks to get into our graves. Nilovna!
The physician turned around. "Ah, Nilovna! How are you? Sit down. What have you in your hand?" "It must be books." "He mustn't read." "The doctor wants to make an idiot of me," Yegor complained. "Keep quiet!" the physician commanded, and began to write in a little book.
Oh, yes, I know you!" the woman exclaimed in a low voice. "How do you do? It's dark here." Nilovna looked at her and remembered that this woman had come to Nikolay's home on rare occasions. "All comrades!" flashed through her mind. The woman compelled Nilovna to walk in front. "Is he feeling bad?" "Yes; he's lying down. He asked you to bring something to eat."
My name is Natasha." "And your other name?" inquired the mother. "Vasilyevna. And yours?" "Pelagueya Nilovna." "So here we are all acquainted." "Yes," said the mother, breathing more easily, as if relieved, and looking at the girl with a smile. The Little Russian helped her off with her cloak, and inquired: "Is it cold?" "Out in the open, very! The wind goodness!"
Nilovna, do you know " He stammered, embarrassed, and pressing her hand, exclaimed quietly: "You touch me so by your faith in people, by your faith in the cause of their emancipation! You have such a good soul! I simply love you as I didn't love my own mother!" Embracing his neck, she burst into happy sobs, and pressed his head to her lips.
Nilovna blinked, then opened her eyes wide and exclaimed in fright: "What do you think? Tell me." "Aha!" exclaimed Rybin, turning in his chair like a bear. "There you are! When I reached that thought I was seized with a cold shiver, too." "Now what is it? Tell me! Did you find out anything?" "Deception! Fraud! I feel it. It's deception. I know nothing, but I feel sure there's deception in it. Yes!
Ivan also rose, and ran off whistling merrily. Cheerful and smiling, Nilovna kept on calling her wares: "Hot! Hot! Sour soup! Vermicelli soup! Porridge!" She thought of how she would tell her son about her first experience; and the yellow face of the officer was still standing before her, perplexed and spiteful.
"Why, are we drunk?" exclaimed Pavel. "We are simply going to march along the streets with flags, and sing songs," said the Little Russian. "You'll have a chance to hear our songs. They're our confession of faith." "I know your confession of faith," said Mironov thoughtfully. "I read your papers. You, Nilovna," he exclaimed, smiling at the mother with knowing eyes, "are you going to revolt, too?"
I've already shed my blood!" The physician looked at her, made a fierce face, and said with set teeth: "Ugh! ugh! you bloodthirsty person!" "Well, Ivan, you've nothing to do here, and we're expecting guests. Go away! Nilovna, give him the paper." "Another paper?" "There, take it and give it to the printer." "I've taken it; I'll deliver it. Is that all?" "That's all. There's a spy at the gate."
"Everybody will understand in time," said Nilovna, wishing to please him. "Everybody will understand." When they left, she locked the door, and kneeling in the middle of the room began to pray, to the accompaniment of the patter of the rain. It was a prayer without words, one great thought of men, of all those people whom Pavel introduced into her life.
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