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Updated: May 23, 2025
On the benches behind her, where up to that time the people had been waiting in crushed silence, a responsive, subdued hum was audible. "They're not trembling!" she heard Sizov whisper; and at her right side Samoylov's mother burst into soft sobs. "Silence!" came a stern shout. "I warn you beforehand," said the old man, "I shall have to "
Those gendarmes dearly love so to unman a man that what remains of him is only a shred of himself, and a touching memory." "I see, I see," said the mother dejectedly. "O God! What's to be done, then?" "They have trapped them all, the devil take them!" came Samoylov's voice from the kitchen.
"Well, then I won't go, either. No, say! What fellows those are! They act as if they were the only real people, and the rest nothing at all. They'll all go scot-free, I'm sure. Look at Fedka, eh?" Samoylov's father came up to them holding his hat in his hand. He smiled sullenly and said: "My Vasily! He declined a defense, and doesn't want to palaver. He was the first to have the idea.
Samoylov's mother stirred on the bench, nudging her with her shoulder and elbow, and said to her husband in a subdued whisper: "How is this, now? Is it possible?" "You see, it's possible." "But what is going to happen to him, to Vasily?" "Keep still. Stop." The public was jarred by something it did not understand.
I have no intention of migrating from the earth even to the nearest planet before we have publicly and openly renounced the old order of things; and I am therefore absolutely opposed to comrade Samoylov's motion for an armed demonstration.
"Did we wake you?" asked Samoylov, without greeting the mother, his face gloomy and thoughtful, contrary to his wont. "I was not asleep," she said, looking at them with expectant eyes. Samoylov's companion took off his hat, and breathing heavily and hoarsely said in a friendly basso, like an old acquaintance, giving her his broad, short-fingered hand: "Good evening, granny!
The priest and deacon walked around in white canonicals and sang: "Christ has arisen from the dead." The deacon carried the incense, bowed to her, and smiled. His hair was glaringly red, and his face jovial, like Samoylov's. From the top of the dome broad sunbeams descended to the ground. In both choirs the boys sang softly: "Christ has arisen from the dead."
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