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Updated: June 27, 2025
Good-by, Pavel Vlasov! You stand up for the people all right, brother. God grant you his favor! Perhaps you'll find a way out. God grant it!" And he walked away. "Yes, you may as well die straight off!" murmured Rybin. "You are no men, now. You are only putty good to fill cracks with, that's all! Did you see, Pavel, who it was that shouted to make you a delegate?
She was pleased that he was so calm and talked so simply; not angrily, not swearing, like the others. Broken exclamations, wrathful words and oaths descended like hail on iron. Pavel looked down on the people from his elevation, and with wide-open eyes seemed to be seeking something among them. "Delegates!" "Let Sizov speak!" "Vlasov!" "Rybin! He has a terrible tongue!"
Somebody's young face came to her memory, somebody's resonant voice shouted, "That's the mother of Pavel Vlasov!" Sasha's eyes flashed joyously and tenderly. Rybin's dark, tall figure loomed up, the bronzed, firm face of her son smiled. Nikolay blinked in embarrassment; and suddenly everything was stirred with a deep but light breath. "Nikolay was right," said Liudmila, entering again.
I've been working here thirty-nine years, and I've been alive fifty-three years. To-day they've arrested my nephew, a pure and intelligent boy. He, too, was in the front, side by side with Vlasov; right at the banner." Sizov made a motion with his hand, shrank together, and said as he took the mother's hand: "This woman spoke the truth.
Shortly after this he said to his wife: "Don't ask me for money any more. Pasha will feed you now." "And you will drink up everything?" she ventured to ask. "None of your business, dirty vermin!" From that time, for three years, until his death, he did not notice, and did not speak to his son. Vlasov had a dog as big and shaggy as himself.
There before her stood the gendarme, and spoke in a bass voice: "Pavel Vlasov was named as the ringleader." "And Nakhodka?" asked the fat judge in his lazy undertone. "He, too." "May I " The old judge asked a question of somebody: "You have nothing?" All the judges seemed to the mother to be worn out and ill.
This time she was taken completely aback by the newcomer in her kitchen a poorly and lightly dressed girl of medium height, with the simple face of a peasant woman, and a head of thick, dark hair. Smiling she said in a low voice: "Am I late?" "Why, no!" answered the Little Russian, looking out of the living room. "Come on foot?" "Of course! Are you the mother of Pavel Vlasov? Good evening!
"I'm not a thief," said the mother in a full voice, somewhat calmed at the sight of the people who pressed closely upon her from all sides. "Yesterday they tried the political prisoners; my son was one of them, Vlasov. He made a speech. Here it is. I'm carrying it to the people in order that they should read, think about the truth." One paper was carefully pulled from her hands.
Don't I? Well, then, I'll carry dinners to the factory. Yes, I'll manage it!" Pressing her hands to her bosom, she gave hurried assurances that she would carry out her mission well and escape detection. Finally she exclaimed in triumph: "They'll find out Pavel Vlasov is away, but his arm reaches out even from jail. They'll find out!" All three became animated.
When Vlasov found himself threatened with attack, he caught a stone in his hand, or a piece of wood or iron, and spreading out his legs stood waiting in silence for the enemy. His face overgrown with a dark beard from his eyes to his neck, and his hands thickly covered with woolly hair, inspired everybody with fear. People were especially afraid of his eyes.
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