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Updated: June 3, 2025
"Here I am!" he said, raising his head and smiling. He wore a short fur overcoat, all stained with tar, a pair of dark mittens stuck from his belt, and his head was covered with a shaggy fur cap. "Are you well? Have they let you out of prison, Pavel? So, how are you, Nilovna?" "Why, you? How glad I am to see you!" Slowly removing his overclothes, Rybin said: "Yes, I've turned muzhik again.
In the evening at tea Sofya said to the mother: "Nilovna, you have to go to the village again." "Well, what of it? When?" "It would be good if you could go to-morrow. Can you?" "Yes." "Ride there," advised Nikolay. "Hire post horses, and please take a different route from before across the district of Nikolsk." Nikolay's somber expression was alarming.
Once Nikolay, usually so punctual, came from his work much later than was his wont, and said, excitedly rubbing his hands: "Do you know, Nilovna, to-day at the visiting hour one of our comrades disappeared from prison? But we have not succeeded in finding out who." The mother's body swayed, overpowered by excitement. She sat down on a chair and asked with forced quiet: "Maybe it's Pasha?"
"It's necessary that your hair shouldn't turn gray in vain, that your heart shouldn't ache for nothing. Behold, boys! She's lost her son, but what of it? Has it killed her? Nilovna, did you bring books?" The mother looked at him, and after a pause said: "I did." "That's it," said Rybin, striking the table with the palm of his hand. "I knew it at once when I saw you.
"Why, of course," answered the Little Russian. When Natasha put on her wraps in the kitchen, the mother said to her: "Your stockings are too thin for this time of the year. Let me knit some woolen ones for you, will you, please?" "Thank you, Pelagueya Nilovna. Woolen stockings scratch," Natasha answered, smiling. "I'll make them so they won't scratch."
When she returned to the room she found him pressing Sasha's hand and saying: "Admirable! I'm convinced of it. It's very good for him and for you. A little personal happiness does not do any harm; but a little, you know, so as not to make him lose his value. Are you ready, Nilovna?" He walked up to her, smiling and adjusting his glasses. "Well, good-by.
"All right. The samovar will be ready in a moment, and then I'll go." "You have gone into this movement, too, Nilovna?" asked Rybin with a smile. "Very well. We have lots of eager candidates for books. There's a teacher there who creates a desire for them. He's a fine fellow, they say, although he belongs to the clergy. We have a woman teacher, too, about seven versts from the village.
"Let me introduce you: Seryozha Pelagueya Nilovna, the mother of the workingman whom they sentenced yesterday." Seryozha bowed silently and pressed the mother's hand. Then he brought in bread, and sat down to the table. Liudmila persuaded the mother not to go home until they found out whom the police were waiting for there. "Maybe they are waiting for you. I'm sure they'll examine you."
"It's about women's affairs, your Honor," mumbled Marya, terrorized. On his order to sign the search warrant the mother, with unskilled hand, traced on the paper in printed shining letters: "Pelagueya Nilovna, widow of a workingman." They went away, and the mother remained standing at the window. With her hands folded over her breast, she gazed into vacancy without winking, her eyebrows raised.
As he passed Nilovna, Samoylov nodded to her, and smiling, said: "Behold, this is Gregory, the servant of God, being arrested." She made a low bow to him in silence. These men, so young, sober, and clever, who went to jail with a smile, moved her, and she unconsciously felt for them the pitying affection of a mother. It pleased her to hear the sharp comments leveled against the authorities.
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