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And ever increasing in force and joy, a thousand-mouthed echo responded in a soul-stirring acclaim. The mother clasped Pavel's hand, and somebody else's, too. She was breathless with tears, yet refrained from shedding them. Her legs trembled, and with quivering lips she cried: "Oh, my dear boys, that's true. There you are now "
Beetle! ... In a few minutes the barking ceased; Pavel's voice sounded still in the distance.... A little time more passed; the boys kept looking about in perplexity, as though expecting something to happen.... Suddenly the tramp of a galloping horse was heard; it stopped short at the pile of wood, and, hanging on to the mane, Pavel sprang nimbly off it.
The mother stood by Pavel's side against the wall. She folded her arms over her bosom, like her son, and both regarded the officer. The mother felt her knees trembling, and her eyes became covered with a dry mist. Suddenly the piercing voice of Nikolay cut into the silence: "Why is it necessary to throw the books on the floor?" The mother trembled.
"Yes," Rybin drawled sullenly. "That's the course of action they've decided on to go out openly." "If we were to arrange such a parade here," said Yefim, with a surly smile, "they'd hack the peasants to death." "They certainly would," Ignaty assented, nodding his head. "No, I'll go to the factory. It's better there." "You say Pavel's going to be tried?" asked Rybin. "Yes.
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.
Good-by, Nikolay!" said Pavel warmly and softly, pressing his comrades' hands. "That's it! Until we meet again!" the officer scoffed. Vyesovshchikov silently pressed Pavel's hands with his short fingers and breathed heavily. The blood mounted to his thick neck; his eyes flashed with rancor. The Little Russian's face beamed with a sunny smile.
It had a ring that won him confidence. "So. Everybody prates about you. My masters call you a heretic; you don't go to church. I don't, either. Then the papers appeared, those leaflets. Was it you that thought them out?" "Yes, I!" answered Pavel, without taking his eyes off Rybin's face. Rybin also looked steadily into Pavel's eyes. "You alone!" exclaimed the mother, coming into the room.
The faces of the young men flashed before her mental vision, the banner blazed, the songs clamored at her ear, the little officer skipped about, a gray stain before her eyes, and through the whirlwind of the procession she saw the gleam of Pavel's bronzed face and the smiling sky-blue eyes of Andrey.
"Pavel's all right; he's strong; he's like an elder among us; he converses with the officials and gives commands; he's respected. There's good reason for it." Vlasova nodded her head, listening, and looked sidewise at the swollen, bluish face of Yegor, congealed to immobility, devoid of expression. It seemed strangely flat, only the eyes flashed with animation and cheerfulness.
His legs and arms, as before, felt cramped, his tongue clove to his palate, and he could hear the chuckle of the Finn's pipe.... By the bed, growing out of Pavel's broad back, a stout, black-bearded doctor was bustling. "All right, all right, my lad," he murmured. "Excellent, excellent.... Jist so, jist so...." The doctor called Klimov "my lad."
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