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Updated: June 3, 2025
How strange, Pelagueya Nilovna! The workingmen live such a hard, outraged life, and yet there is more heart, more goodness in them than in those!" And she waved her hand, pointing somewhere far, very far from herself. "See what sort of a person you are," the older woman answered.
Natasha was now a teacher in a little town where there was a textile mill, and Nilovna occasionally procured illegal books, proclamations, and newspapers for her. The distribution of literature, in fact, became the mother's occupation.
You see, Nilovna, it would be better for you, too, not to sleep here to-night. It's a sorry spectacle to witness, and they may arrest you, too. And you'll be needed for carrying Pavel's speech about from place to place." "Hm, what do they want me for? Maybe you're mistaken." Nikolay waved his forearm in front of his eyes, and said, with conviction: "I have a keen scent.
"Maybe," he muttered, agitated and embarrassed by the newness of his feeling, "maybe I'm speaking nonsense; but, upon my honest word, you are a beautiful person, Nilovna yes!" "My darling, I love you, too; and I love you all with my whole soul, every drop of my blood!" she said, choking with a wave of hot joy.
"The way by Nikolsk is long, and it's expensive if you hire horses." "You see, I'm against this expedition in general. It's already begun to be unquiet there some arrests have been made, a teacher was taken. Rybin escaped, that's certain. But we must be more careful. We ought to have waited a little while still." "That can't be avoided," said Nilovna.
It was more keenly alive and burned more luminously. "But the gendarmes aren't coming!" Nikolay exclaimed suddenly, interrupting his story. The mother looked at him, and after a pause answered in vexation: "Oh, well, let them go to the dogs!" "Of course! But it's time for you to go to bed, Nilovna. You must be desperately tired. You're wonderfully strong, I must say.
With them it holds aloof everything evil, everything mean!" The door opened, admitting a cold, damp, autumn draught. Sofya entered, bold, a smile on her face, reddened by the cold. "Upon my word, the spies are as attentive to me as a bridegroom to a rich bride! I must leave this place. Well, how are you, Vanya? All right? How's Pavel, Nilovna? What! is Sasha here?"
He wants to be tried; he wants to rise in all his height. He won't give up a trial, and he needn't either. He will escape from Siberia." The mother sighed and answered softly: "Well, he knows what's best for the cause." Nikolay quickly jumped to his feet, suddenly seized with joy again. "Thank you, Nilovna! I've just lived through a magnificent moment maybe the best moment of my life. Thank you!
"To-day he may; and well to-morrow, too; but after that it'll be more convenient for us to have him at the hospital. I have no time to pay visits. You'll write a leaflet about the affair at the cemetery, won't you?" "Of course!" The mother rose quietly and walked into the kitchen. "Where are you going, Nilovna?" Nikolay stopped her with solicitude. "Sofya can get along by herself."
But all my misfortunes, and ten times their number, are not worth a month of your life, Pelagueya Nilovna. Your torture continued daily through years. From where do the people draw their power to suffer?" "They get used to it," responded the mother with a sigh. "I thought I knew that life," said Nikolay softly.
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