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Updated: May 22, 2025
It was Yegor, wet and out of breath. "Aha! The samovar!" he cried. "That's the best thing in life, granny! You here already, Sashenka?" His hoarse voice filled the little kitchen. He slowly removed his heavy ulster, talking all the time. "Here, granny, is a girl who is a thorn in the flesh of the police!
Nikolay turned back to the table; the mother walked out of the room for a minute. On her return Nikolay looked at her kindly and began to speak softly and lovingly. His reminiscences stroked her like a caress. "And I, you see, was like Sashenka. I loved a girl: a marvelous being, a wonder, a guiding star; she was gentle and bright for me.
Every morning Olenka would come into his room and find him sound asleep with his hand tucked under his cheek, so quiet that he seemed not to be breathing. What a shame to have to wake him, she thought. "Sashenka," she said sorrowingly, "get up, darling. It's time to go to the gymnasium." He got up, dressed, said his prayers, then sat down to drink tea.
The whole of the following day the mother was busy with preparations for the funeral. In the evening when she, Nikolay, and Sofya were drinking tea, quietly talking about Yegor, Sashenka appeared, strangely brimming over with good spirits, her cheeks brilliantly red, her eyes beaming happily. She seemed to be filled with some joyous hope.
He would get up, dress and say his prayers, and then sit down to breakfast, drink three glasses of tea, and eat two large cracknels and a half a buttered roll. All this time he was hardly awake and a little ill-humoured in consequence. "You don't quite know your fable, Sashenka," Olenka would say, looking at him as though he were about to set off on a long journey.
Her voice when she said it was loud and strident. When the mother heard this word, she stared in dumb fright into the girl's face. But Sashenka, half closing her eyes, said sternly and resolutely: "We must give up all our forces to the cause of the regeneration of life; we must realize that we will receive no recompense." The mother understood that the socialists had killed the Czar.
"It's got to be done!" said the girl. "Tell me, how is Pavel? Did he stand it all right? He wasn't very much worried, was he?" Sashenka asked the question without looking at the mother. She bent her head and her fingers trembled as she arranged her hair. "All right," replied the mother. "You can rest assured he won't betray himself." "How strong he is!" murmured the girl quietly.
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