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Updated: May 14, 2025
From under his round, crumpled hat straggled thin, limp tufts of dry, straight, yellowish hair. His light, sparse beard grew unevenly upon his yellow, bony face; his mouth stood half-open; his eyes were sunk deep beneath his forehead, and glittered feverishly in their dark hollows. When Rybin introduced him to Sofya he said to her: "I heard you brought books for the people." "I did."
The mother looked around, and as if dropping under distress, she said in an undertone: "Then I'll go at once, and you'll take my valise." "All right!" He shrugged his shoulders, again folded his coat and said softly: "There goes the wagon!" In a few moments, after the crowd had begun to disperse, Rybin appeared again on the steps of the town hall.
But when a man speaks a great deal, it's natural he should occasionally say things out of the way." Rybin smiled. His teeth were white and strong. "Then the search. That won me over to you more than anything else. You and the Little Russian and Nikolay, you all got caught!" He paused for the right word and looked at the window, rapping the table with his fingers. "They discovered your resolve.
"I'm sorry you weren't here," said Pavel to Andrey, who was sitting at the table, staring gloomily into his glass of tea. "You could have seen the play of hearts. You always talk about the heart. Rybin got up a lot of steam; he upset me, crushed me. I couldn't even reply to him. How distrustful he is of people, and how cheaply he values them! Mother is right.
"I?" Rybin looked at her, was silent for a while, then repeated: "Keep away from the masters! That's what!" He grew morosely silent again, and seemed to shrink within himself. "I'll go away, mother," he said after a pause. "I wanted to join the fellows, to work along with them. I'm fit for the work. I can read and write. I'm persevering and not a fool.
"What am I doing? They'll take me, too." The peasant said something to Rybin, who shook his head. "Never mind!" he exclaimed, his voice tremulous, but clear and bold. "I'm not alone in the world. They'll not capture all the truth. In the place where I was the memory of me will remain. That's it! Even though they destroy the nest, aren't there more friends and comrades there?"
It's his entire life, remember," remarked Rybin sullenly. The sick man turned, opened his eyes, and lay down on the ground. Yakob rose noiselessly, walked into the cabin, brought out two short overcoats, and wrapped them about his cousin. Then he sat down beside Sofya.
I tell him I use one prayer, like all the people, 'O Lord, teach the masters to carry bricks, eat stones, and spit wood. He wouldn't even let me finish my sentence. Are you a lady?" Rybin asked Sofya, suddenly breaking off his story. "Why do you think I'm a lady?" she asked quickly, startled by the unexpectedness of his question. "Why?" laughed Rybin. "That's the star under which you were born.
The serious, honest faces of Yegor, Nikolay Ivanovich, and Sashenka passed before her mind, and her heart fluttered. "No, no!" she said, shaking her head as if to dismiss the thought. "I can't believe it. They are for truth and honor and conscience; they have no evil designs; oh, no!" "Whom are you talking about?" asked Rybin thoughtfully. "About all of them! Every single one I met.
At dinner Andrey told Pavel about Rybin. When he had concluded Pavel exclaimed regretfully: "If I had been home, I would not have let him go that way. What did he take along with him? A feeling of discontent and a muddle in his head!" "Well," said Andrey, laughing, "when a man's grown to the age of forty and has fought so long with the bears in his heart, it's hard to make him over."
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