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No easy job, considering my asthma." "She's a fine girl!" said the mother, vaguely thinking of what Yegor had told her. She felt hurt that the news should have come to her, not from her son, but from a stranger, and she pressed her lips together tightly, and lowered her eyebrows. "Yes, a fine girl!" Yegor nodded assent.
This melancholy of nature is beautiful and poetical in its own way, when it is looked at with the eyes of an artist, but Yegor Savvitch was in no humour to see beauty. He was devoured by ennui and his only consolation was the thought that by to-morrow he would not be there. The bed, the chairs, the tables, the floor, were all heaped up with cushions, crumpled bed-clothes, boxes.
Denis leaves off blinking and, raising his thick eyebrows, looks inquiringly at the magistrate. "How do you mean, to prison? Your honour! I have no time to spare, I must go to the fair; I must get three roubles from Yegor for some tallow!..." "Hold your tongue; don't interrupt." "To prison.... If there was something to go for, I'd go; but just to go for nothing! What for?
Come again to-morrow, and in the meantime take this ten-kopek piece. It may come in handy." "Thanks, Yegor Danilych. Then you will try for me? Please do me the favour." "All right. I'll try for you." Gerasim left, and Yegor harnessed up his horses. Then he put on his coachman's habit, and drove up to the front door. Mr.
I stopped at the house of the village elder, a crafty and clever 'forester, one of those foresters of whom they say he can see two yards into the ground. Early next morning, accompanied by the village elder's son, and another peasant called Yegor, I set off in a little cart with a pair of peasant's horses, to shoot woodcocks and moorhens.
Oh, you brutes!..." "Yegor!... Come, Yegor!..." the medical student began imploring him. "I give you my word of honor I'll never come with you again. On my word of honor I won't!" Little by little the artist was pacified and the friends went homewards. "Against my will an unknown force," hummed the medical student, "has led me to these mournful shores."
With Yegor there was another student, Titovich, who taught us political economy he was a very stern, tedious fellow he was arrested." The mother, drawing the boy to her, put his head on her bosom in order to muffle his voice. It was not necessary, however, for he suddenly grew heavy and silent. In awful fear, she looked about sidewise out of the corners of her eyes.
'Of course, all that was no sort of use. Those were war-times, sir! Discipline! The woman sobbed louder and louder. 'Yegor, who had received absolution from the priest, turned to me. "Tell her, your honour, not to upset herself.... I've forgiven her."
He has one nearer to him than herself. Heavy, chaotic thoughts, like a tangled mass of clouds, crept over her, and encompassed her and oppressed her bosom. "You are tired, granny! Let's go to bed!" said Yegor, smiling. She bade him good night, and sidled carefully into the kitchen, carrying away a bitter, caustic feeling in her heart.
It was evident to her that if the leaflets should continue to appear in the factory, the authorities would be forced to recognize that it was not her son who distributed them. And feeling assured of success, she began to quiver all over with joy. "When you go to see Pavel," said Yegor, "tell him he has a good mother." "I'll see him very soon, I assure you," said Samoylov, smiling.
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