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Updated: June 19, 2025
All the words seemed needless; she didn't understand them. Yet all the people were sullen, filled with the same mournful feeling which infected the mother and weighed her down. "Let's sit next to each other," suggested Sizov, going to a bench. She sat down obediently, settled her dress, and looked around. Green and crimson specks, with thin yellow threads between, slowly swam before her eyes.
"He seems to be a good man," remarked Sasha, accompanying him with a smile of her large eyes. "Such people can be useful to the cause. It would be good to hide literature with them, for instance." It seemed to the mother that to-day the girl's face was softer and kinder than usual, and hearing her remarks about Sizov, she thought: "Always about the cause. Even to-day. It's burned into her heart."
And recalling the thought which she fancied had been born in her heart, she said: "Our Lord Jesus Christ would not have been, either, if people had not perished for his sake." The crowd looked at her in silence. She bowed to the people again, and went into her house, and Sizov, drooping his head, went in with her. The people stood at the gates and talked.
"They won't notice me there," the mother assured them, warming to her desire. "When I return they'll arrest me, and ask me where I was." After a moment's pause she exclaimed: "I know what I'll say. From there I'll go straight to the suburb; I have a friend there Sizov.
Sizov whispered in amazement in the ear of the mother. "Ah, you little boy!" The mother smiled in perplexity. The proceedings seemed to be nothing but the necessary preliminary to something terrible, which would appear and at once stifle everybody with its cold horror.
No. And again you think, 'And maybe power is with them, too." "It's hard for us, Stepan Petrov, to understand this affair," said Sizov. "It's hard, yes," agreed Samoylov. His wife noisily drawing in air through her nose remarked: "They're all strong, those imps!"
Somebody from above extended a hand to him; he did not take it, but with an easy, powerful movement of his body he clambered up and stationed himself in front of Pavel and Sizov. Looking around the silent crowd, he asked: "What's the meaning of this crowd? Why have you dropped your work?" For a few seconds silence reigned.
His head sunk in the collar of his uniform, standing motionless, he began to read a paper in a droning voice. "He's reading the sentence," said Sizov, listening. It became quiet again, and everybody looked at the old man, small, dry, straight, resembling the stick held in his unseen hand. The other judges also stood up.
The judge with the green face bent toward the president and whispered something to him; then the old man said dryly: "Please be more careful!" "Ha!" Sizov exclaimed softly. "Are they judging?" thought the mother, and the word seemed hollow and empty as an earthen vessel. It seemed to make sport of her fear of the terrible. "They're a sort of dead body," she answered the old man.
And drooping his head again, Sizov smiled guiltily. The manager slowly bent his look upon the crowd again, shrugged his shoulders, and then, regarding Pavel searchingly, observed: "You appear to be a fairly intelligent man. Do you not understand the usefulness of this measure?" Pavel replied loudly: "If the factory should drain the marsh at its own expense, we would all understand it!"
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