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Nikolay entered, exhausted, but brisk. He immediately announced: "Well, Sashenka, betake yourself away from here, as long as you are sound. Two spies have been after me since this morning, and the attempt at concealment is so evident that it savors of an arrest. I feel it in my bones somewhere something has happened. By the way, here I have the speech of Pavel.
The figure of her husband, somber and ponderous, like a huge moss-covered stone, now rose in her memory. She made a mental image for herself of the Little Russian as married to Natasha, and her son as the husband of Sashenka. "And why?" asked the Little Russian, warming up. "It's so plainly evident that it's downright ridiculous simply because men don't stand on an equal footing.
"What a lot of trouble I have with you! You must work and do your best, darling, and obey your teachers." "Oh, do leave me alone!" Sasha would say. Then he would go down the street to school, a little figure, wearing a big cap and carrying a satchel on his shoulder. Olenka would follow him noiselessly. "Sashenka!" she would call after him, and she would pop into his hand a date or a caramel.
He's in good spirits." "Give him my regards," the girl would request, and then disappear. Sometimes the mother complained to Sashenka because Pavel was detained so long and no date was yet set for his trial. Sashenka looked gloomy, and maintained silence, her fingers twitching. Nilovna was tempted to say to her: "My dear girl, why, I know you love him, I know."
In one of the deserted streets, Sashenka met them, and the mother, taking leave of Vyesovshchikov with a nod of her head, turned toward home with a sigh of relief. "And Pasha is in prison with Andriusha!" she thought sadly. Nikolay met her with an anxious exclamation: "You know that Yegor is in a very bad way, very bad! He was taken to the hospital. Liudmila was here.
The mother started; the girl quickly rose to her feet, and whispered hurriedly: "Don't open the door! If it's the gendarmes, you don't know me. I walked into the wrong house, came here by accident, fainted away, you undressed me, and found the books around me. You understand?" "Why, my dear, what for?" asked the mother tenderly. "Wait a while!" said Sashenka listening. "I think it's Yegor."
Other people came from the city, oftenest among them a tall, well-built young girl with large eyes set in a thin, pale face. She was called Sashenka. There was something manly in her walk and movements; she knit her thick, dark eyebrows in a frown, and when she spoke the thin nostrils of her straight nose quivered. She was the first to say, "We are socialists!"
Both you and Natasha. I wouldn't. I'm afraid!" "She's afraid, too," said Yegor. "Aren't you afraid, Sasha?" "Of course!" The mother looked at her, then at Yegor, and said in a low voice, "What strange " "Give me a glass of tea, granny," Yegor interrupted her. When Sashenka had drunk her glass of tea, she pressed Yegor's hand in silence, and walked out into the kitchen. The mother followed her.
"It's I who ought to beg your pardon for carrying on like this in your house!" said Sashenka. "But it is eleven o'clock already, and I have so far to go." "Go where? To the city?" the mother asked in surprise. "Yes." "What are you talking about! It's dark and wet, and you are so tired. Stay here overnight. Yegor Ivanovich will sleep in the kitchen, and you and I here."
"I tell you what let's think of something in regard to Rybin," she suggested. She wanted to do something forthwith go somewhere, walk till she dropped from exhaustion, and then fall asleep, content with the day's work. "Yes very well!" said Nikolay, pacing through the room. "Why not? We ought to have Sashenka here!" "She'll be here soon. She always comes on my visiting day to Pasha."
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