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Updated: May 14, 2025
She caught the sound of slow steps, and stopping at a turn in the stairway she bent over to look below; and again saw the face smiling up at her. "Nikolay! Nikolay!" she whispered, and ran meet him. Her heart, stung by disappointment, ached for her son. "Go, go!" he answered in an undertone, waving his hand. She quickly ran up the stairs, walked into Yegor's room, and found him lying on the sofa.
My aunt was very pious, or, to speak bluntly, she was a canting hypocrite and a chattering magpie, who poked her nose into everything; and, indeed, she had not a kind heart like my father. We were not badly off, but had nothing to spare. Yegor's son David, my cousin, was left on my father's hands and lived with us.
The short, heavy breaths, accompanied by rattling in his throat, fairly tore themselves from Yegor's breast, and his face became covered with thin perspiration. Slowly raising his swollen hand, he wiped his forehead with the palm. The strange immobility of his swollen cheeks denaturalized his broad, good face, all the features of which disappeared under the dead, bluish mask.
'Well, one day, in the house where I was living, I heard screams of abuse, cries, and lamentations; the woman of the house had had two hens stolen, and she laid the theft at my servant's door. He defended himself, called me to witness.... "Likely he'd turn thief, he, Yegor Avtamonov!" I assured the woman of Yegor's honesty, but she would not listen to me.
As she said all this Pelagea laughed like a silly girl and looked up at Yegor's face. Her face was simply radiant with happiness. "Sit down? If you like..." said Yegor in a tone of indifference, and he chose a spot between two fir-trees. "Why are you standing? You sit down too." Pelagea sat a little way off in the sun and, ashamed of her joy, put her hand over her smiling mouth.
And suddenly, as if struck a blow on the head, she dropped faintly on her knees, covered her face, and gave vent to dull, stifled groans. The mother folded Yegor's hands over his breast and adjusted his head, which was strangely warm, on the pillow. Then silently wiping her eyes, she went to Liudmila, bent over her, and quietly stroked her thick hair.
Either from constantly being in the forest, face to face with the stern and melancholy scenery of that inhuman country, or from the peculiar cast and formation of his character, there was noticeable in every action of Yegor's a sort of modest dignity and stateliness stateliness it was, and not melancholy the stateliness of a majestic stag.
They'll soon call for Yegor from the hospital." "So I'm to go to the hospital, after all?" asked Yegor, puckering up his face. "Yes, I'll be there with you." "There, too?" "Hush!" As she talked she adjusted the blanket on Yegor's breast, looked fixedly at Nikolay, and with her eyes measured the quantity of medicine in the bottle. She spoke evenly, not loud, but in a resonant voice.
Both you and Natasha. I wouldn't. I'm afraid!" "She's afraid, too," said Yegor. "Aren't you afraid, Sasha?" "Of course!" The mother looked at her, then at Yegor, and said in a low voice, "What strange " "Give me a glass of tea, granny," Yegor interrupted her. When Sashenka had drunk her glass of tea, she pressed Yegor's hand in silence, and walked out into the kitchen. The mother followed her.
"Well, he doesn't need anything to eat." When they walked into Yegor's room they were met by the words: "I'm preparing to join my forefathers, my friend. Liudmila Vasilyevna, this man walked away from prison without the permission of the authorities a bit of shameless audacity. Before all, feed him, then hide him somewhere for a day or two."
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