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The whole factory has arisen! They've sent for you. Sizov and Makhotin say you can explain better than anybody else. My! What a hullabaloo!" Pavel began to dress himself silently. "A crowd of women are gathered there; they are screaming!" "I'll go, too," declared the mother. "You're not well, and what are they doing? I'm going, too." "Come," Pavel said briefly.
"If your son were an ugly man, obnoxious to people, disgusting to you, wouldn't you say the same about him?" Sasha shouted terribly. "Well, I would," the old man answered after some hesitation. "That is to say that justice is dearer to you than your son; and to me it's dearer than my father." Sizov smiled, shaking his head; then he said with a sigh: "Well, well, you're clever. Good-by.
The watchman opened the door of the hall, and shouted: "Relatives, enter; show your tickets!" A sullen voice said lazily: "Tickets! Like a circus!" All the people now showed signs of a dull excitement, an uneasy passion. They began to behave more freely, and hummed and disputed with the watchman. Sitting down on the bench, Sizov mumbled something to the mother. "What is it?" asked the mother.
Sizov waved his cap in the air, shrugged his shoulders, and dropped his head. "I am asking you a question!" continued the manager. Pavel moved alongside of him and said in a low voice, pointing to Sizov and Rybin: "We three are authorized by all the comrades to ask you to revoke your order about the kopeck discount." "Why?" asked the manager, without looking at Pavel.
"Go for him!" said Sizov. "Go for him, tooth and nail! Pick him open down to his soul, wherever that may be!" The hall became animated; a fighting passion flared up; the defense attacked from all sides, provoking and disturbing the judges, driving away the cold haze that enveloped them, pricking the old skin of the judges with sharp words.
My nephew Mazin has been hauled away to prison, your son's been taken. Now it's plain it isn't he!" And stroking his beard Sizov concluded, "It's not people, but thoughts, and thoughts are not fleas; you can't catch them!" He gathered his beard in his hand, looked at her, and said as he walked away: "Why don't you come to see me some time? I guess you are lonely all by yourself."
"The first person I met here was Sizov," Pavel communicated to Andrey. "He caught sight of me and crossed the street to greet me. I told him that he ought to be more careful now, as I was a dangerous man under the surveillance of the police. But he said: 'Never mind! and you ought to have heard him inquire about his nephew!
The crowd swung from side to side. The people raised their heads and looked into the distance in different directions, waiting impatiently. "Mitenka!" softly vibrated a woman's voice. "Have pity on yourself!" "Stop!" rang out the response. And the grave Sizov spoke calmly, persuasively: "No, we mustn't abandon our children. They have grown wiser than ourselves; they live more boldly.
The people ran from every direction, pushing into the crowd around the mother and Sizov. The whistles of the police leaped through the air, but did not deafen the shouts. The old man smiled; and to the mother all this seemed like a pleasant dream. She smilingly pressed the hands extended to her and bowed, with joyous tears choking her throat.
"Your son has ruined our Vasya," a woman sitting beside her said quietly. "You keep still, Natalya!" Sizov chided her angrily. Nilovna looked at the woman; it was the mother of Samoylov. Farther along sat her husband bald-headed, bony-faced, dapper, with a large, bushy, reddish beard which trembled as he sat looking in front of himself, his eyes screwed up.
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