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'But they say, continued Kostya, 'that Akulina threw herself into the river because her lover had deceived her. 'Yes, that was it. 'And do you remember Vasya? added Kostya, mournfully. 'What Vasya? asked Fedya. 'Why, the one who was drowned, replied Kostya, in this very river. Ah, what a boy he was! What a boy he was! His mother, Feklista, how she loved him, her Vasya!
He felt sorry for his comrades, especially for Vasya Kashirin; but that was a cold, almost official pity, which even some of the judges may have felt at times.
I said: 'Good-evening, Marya Semyonovna! She did not speak. And Vasya was sitting in the next room, his head in his hands, crying and saying: 'Brute that I am! I've ruined my life! O God, let me die! I sat for half an hour by Mashenka and gave her a good talking-to. I tried to frighten her a bit.
He'd come up to you like this, and say: "Koman voo porty voo?" and then a box on the ear! 'But I'd give him one in the belly with my fist' 'But he'd go on: "Bonzhur, bonzhur, veny ici," and then a cuff on the head. 'And I'd give him one in his legs, his bandy legs. 'You're quite right, their legs are bandy.... Well, but suppose he tied your hands? 'I wouldn't let him; I'd call Mihay the coachman to help me. 'But, Vasya, suppose you weren't a match for the Frenchy even with Mihay? 'Not a match for him!
And she seemed to have a foreboding, Feklista did, that harm would come to him from the water. Sometimes, when Vasya went with us boys in the summer to bathe in the river, she used to be trembling all over.
The young people gave her a good funeral and began their life together. For just six months they got on splendidly, and then all of a sudden another misfortune. It never rains but it pours: Vasya was summoned to the recruiting office to draw lots for the service. He was taken, poor chap, for a soldier, and not even granted exemption. They shaved his head and packed him off to Poland.
But his eyes met Vasily's dark, wearied glance fixed upon him from the distance and he thought with instant sorrow: "From where is he looking? From where is he speaking?" and with profound tenderness, with which people address a grave, he said: "Vasya, do you hear? I love you very much." "So do I love you very much," answered the tongue, moving with difficulty.
After the verdict, having bidden good-by to their frock-coated lawyers, and evading each other's helplessly confused, pitying and guilty eyes, the convicted terrorists crowded in the doorway for a moment and exchanged brief words. "Never mind, Vasya. Everything will be over soon," said Werner. "I am all right, brother," Kashirin replied loudly, calmly and even somewhat cheerfully.
"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.
Policarp has, to help him, his grandson Vasya, a curly-headed, sharp-eyed boy of twelve; Policarp adores him, and grumbles at him from morning till night. He undertakes his education too. 'Vasya, he says, 'say Bonaparty was a scoundrel. 'And what'll you give me, granddad? 'What'll I give you?... I'll give you nothing.... Why, what are you?
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