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Updated: May 28, 2025
In the morning, after breakfast, Yegor asked her: "Suppose they catch you and ask you where you got all these heretical books from. What will you say?" "I'll say, 'It's none of your business!" she answered, smiling. "You'll never convince them of that!" Yegor replied confidently. "On the contrary, they are profoundly convinced that this is precisely their business.
Tanya burst out crying and went to her room. She would not come down to dinner nor to tea. At first Yegor Semyonitch went about looking sulky and dignified, as though to give every one to understand that for him the claims of justice and good order were more important than anything else in the world; but he could not keep it up for long, and soon sank into depression.
The sick beast plunges into the thicket and expires there alone: he seems to feel that he no longer has the right to look upon the sun that is common to all, nor to breathe the open air; he has not the right to live; and the man who from his own fault or from the fault of others is faring ill in the world ought, at least, to know how to keep silence. 'Well, Yegor! cried Kondrat all at once.
By the time they reached the house, Yegor Semyonitch had got up. Kovrin did not feel sleepy; he talked to the old man and went to the garden with him. Yegor Semyonitch was a tall, broad-shouldered, corpulent man, and he suffered from asthma, yet he walked so fast that it was hard work to hurry after him.
Well, you tell them to bring cakes, nuts . . . sweets of some sort, perhaps. . . . There, run along, look sharp!" The mayor was silent for a minute and then began again abusing the frost, banging his arms across his chest and thumping with his golosh boots. "No, Yegor Ivanitch," said the governor persuasively, "don't be unfair, the Russian frost has its charms.
She sat down, and looking at Yegor with a mournful expression in her eyes, she spoke pityingly: "Poor Sashenka! How will she ever get to the city?" "She will be very much worn out," Yegor agreed. "The prison has shaken her health badly. She was stronger before. Besides, she has had a delicate bringing up. It seems to me she has already ruined her lungs.
He thought of Tanya, who was so pleased with Yegor Semyonitch's articles. Small, pale, and so thin that her shoulder-blades stuck out, her eyes, wide and open, dark and intelligent, had an intent gaze, as though looking for something. She walked like her father with a little hurried step.
The frost makes one spiteful and drives one to drink." Yegor Ivanitch clasped his hands and went on: "And when we were taking fish to Moscow in the winter, Holy Mother!" And spluttering as he talked, he began describing the horrors he endured with his shopmen when he was taking fish to Moscow. . . . "Yes," sighed the governor, "it is wonderful what a man can endure!
"What grandchildren?" asked the old woman, and she looked angrily at him; "perhaps there are none." "Well, but perhaps there are. Who knows?" "And thereby you can judge," Yegor hurried on, "what is the enemy without and what is the enemy within. The foremost of our enemies within is Bacchus." The pen squeaked, executing upon the paper flourishes like fish-hooks.
"And how are you?" "So so. Yegor Ivanovich died," she said mechanically. "Yes?" exclaimed Pavel, and dropped his head. "At the funeral the police got up a fight and arrested one man," the mother continued in her simple-hearted way. The thin-lipped assistant overseer of the prison jumped from his chair and mumbled quickly: "Cut that out; it's forbidden! Why don't you understand?
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