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Updated: May 14, 2025
Yegor's day, the dough can be put into tubs by the feast of Our Lady of Kazan." He sometimes went wrong, however, and would get his proverbs very much mixed; but the society in which these little slips occurred did not even suspect that notre bon Russe had made a mistake, and, thanks to Prince Kovrishkin, it had got used to such little blunders.
'Here is water for you, I heard Yegor's musical voice behind me: 'drink, with God's blessing. I could not help starting; this living speech shook me, sent a delightful tremor all through me.
Suddenly I see Nilovna running; off I am, after you." "How did you make your escape?" Vyesovshchikov sat down awkwardly on the edge of the sofa and pressed Yegor's hand. "I don't know how," he said in an embarrassed manner. "Simply a chance. I was taking my airing, and the prisoners began to beat the overseer of the jail.
The monotonous, humid, hoarse whisper of the sick man filled the room and crept helplessly along the smooth, cold, shining walls. At the windows the dark tops of the lime trees trembled quietly. It was growing dusk, and Yegor's face on the pillow turned dark. "How bad I feel," he said. He closed his eyes and became silent.
"Don't talk nonsense!" the physician cried officiously in a thin voice. "And I'm a revolutionist! I detest reforms!" The physician, thoughtfully pulling his beard, felt the dropsical swelling on Yegor's face. The mother knew him well. He was Ivan Danilovich, one of the close comrades of Nikolay. She walked up to Yegor, who thrust forth his tongue by way of welcome to her.
The first night after Uncle Yegor's arrival, father and son shut themselves up in the room that had been assigned to my uncle and spent a long time talking together in a low voice; next morning I saw that my uncle looked particularly affectionately and trustfully at his son: he seemed very much pleased with him.
She threw a kerchief on her head, and, seized with hope, swiftly sped along the streets. Her eyes dimmed and her heart beat faster. Her head drooped; she saw nothing about her. It was hot. The mother lost breath, and when she reached the stairway leading to Yegor's quarters, she stopped, too faint to proceed farther. She turned around and uttered an amazed, low cry, closing her eyes for a second.
On the road she had calculated that the police would, of course, understand the necessity for Nikolay to change his clothes, and would send spies to the market. With such naive precautions, she returned to Yegor's quarters; then she had to escort Nikolay to the outskirts of the city.
The dry, sharp groans shook her body, and gasping for breath she laid her head on the bed at Yegor's feet. The mother wept silent tears which seared her cheeks. For some reason she tried to restrain them. She wanted to fondle Liudmila, and wanted to speak about Yegor with words of love and grief.
The road we were driven along wound in a yellowish ribbon, the horses ran lightly and I could not close my eyes. I was admiring! And it all floated by, softened into harmony under the kindly light of the moon. Filofey he too was touched by it. 'Those meadows are called St. Yegor's, he said, turning to me.
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