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Updated: May 15, 2025
"Why?" asked Voronok with a flushed face. "He laughed," growled the Vice-Governor morosely. Doulebov turned to Poterin and asked in a loud voice: "And I hope you have no rebels in your school." "No, thank God, I have nothing of that kind," replied Poterin. "But, to tell the truth, the children are very loose nowadays."
Shabalov was particularly displeased with the participation of certain instructors and instructresses in the local pedagogical circle. This circle was initiated in the town of Skorodozh some three years before by the gymnasia instructor Bodeyev and the town school instructor Voronok.
The older of the visitors were the Cadets, the younger were the Es-Deks and the Es-Ers. At the beginning there was a long agitated discussion in connexion with the news brought by one of the younger guests, a public school instructor named Voronok, an Es-Er. The Chief of Police had been killed that day near his house. The culprits managed to escape.
Voronok took great pains to read the pamphlets with them, and to explain to them anything that was not especially clear. Regular hours were allotted for these readings and conversations. By such means Voronok succeeded in developing the desired mood in his visitors; all the party shibboleths were assimilated by them quickly and thoroughly. He also gave them books for home reading.
Doulebova said: "Frankly, I don't like your poet. I can't understand him. There is something strange about him something disagreeable." "He's altogether suspicious," said Zherbenev with the look of a person who knew a great deal. It was asserted that Trirodov and others were collecting money for an armed revolt. At this they looked significantly at Voronok. Voronok retorted, but he was not heard.
The honorary overseer, Zherbenev, invited all who attended the examination to his house to dinner. Only Voronok refused the invitation. But Zherbenev invited others to the dinner the general's widow, Glafira Pavlovna, and Kerbakh among them. It was a long and lavish dinner. The guests drank much during and after the meal. Every one got tipsy. Doulebov alone remained sober.
The blooming, rosy, graceful girl stood at the side of the pale, tear-eyed woman, and was quietly saying something to her; the latter was nodding her head and crooning unnecessary, belated words. Trirodov turned quietly to Voronok: "Is any money needed?" Voronok whispered back: "No, his comrades will bury him. We'll make a collection among ourselves. Afterwards the family will need some money."
Voronok used to give both classes pamphlets that cost a kopeck and were intensely strict in their party purity. The younger of the working men also used to come to Voronok's house. There were still others, a ragged, grumbling lot, who appeared to carry an air of eternal injury with them, as if they had lost all capacity for smiling and jesting.
She recalled the details of the previous evening the remote room in Trirodov's house, the small gathering in it, the long discussions, the subsequent labours, the measured knock of the typing-machine, the damp pages put into portfolios. Then she thought how she, Stchemilov, Voronok and some one else walked out into the various streets of the town to paste up the bills.
Others began to come in: there was the school-instructor Bodeyev, instructor Voronok of the town school, and the imported orator, who came accompanied by Alkina. Elisaveta was attired by now in a simple dark blue dress. "It's time to start," said Stchemilov. Once seated in the rowing-boat, the members of the party became silent and slightly nervous.
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