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Updated: June 7, 2025
I am just a simple, ignorant woman. I make my living by peddling, stupid as I am, and I know nothing." "Shut up, then!" commanded the officer. She was ordered to search Vlasova. She blinked her eyes, then opened them wide on the officer, and said in fright: "I can't, your Honor!" The officer stamped his feet and began to shout.
Liudmila entered, and carefully closing the door after her, said, turning to Vlasova: "Your friend ought to change his clothes without fail, and leave here as soon as possible. So go at once; get him some clothes, and bring them here. I'm sorry Sofya's not here. Hiding people is her specialty." "She's coming to-morrow," remarked Vlasova, throwing her shawl over her shoulders.
Your heroism is not worth a cent." Vlasova began to wipe the tears from her face in haste. For fear a serious quarrel should break out between the Little Russian and Pavel, she quickly opened the door and entered the kitchen, shivering, terrified, and distressed. "Ugh! How cold! And it's spring, too!"
Liudmila slowly walked away from the bed, stopped at the window and stared into space. "He's dead!" she said in an unusually loud voice unfamiliar to Vlasova. She bent down, put her elbows on the window sill, and repeated in dry, startled tones: "He's dead! He died calmly, like a man, without complaint."
The mother counted them, and mentally gathered them together into a group around Pavel. In that throng he became invisible to the eyes of the enemy. One day a vivacious, curly-haired girl appeared from the city, bringing some parcel for Andrey; and on leaving she said to Vlasova, with a gleam in her merry eyes: "Good-by, comrade!" "Good-by!" the mother answered, restraining a smile.
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