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Updated: August 27, 2024
Again Gusev saw the big pond, the brick building, the village.... Again the sledge was coming along, again Vanka was laughing and Akulka, silly little thing, threw open her fur coat and stuck her feet out, as much as to say: "Look, good people, my snowboots are not like Vanka's, they are new ones." "Five years old, and she has no sense yet," Gusev muttered in delirium.
There was a sound as though someone came into the hospital, and voices were audible, but a few minutes passed and all was still again. "The Kingdom of Heaven and eternal peace," said the soldier with his arm in a sling. "He was an uncomfortable man." "What?" asked Gusev. "Who?" "He is dead, they have just carried him up." "Oh, well," muttered Gusev, yawning, "the Kingdom of Heaven be his."
"I'll carry you, you can't walk, hold on to my neck." Gusev put his arm round the soldier's neck, the latter put his unhurt arm round him and carried him up. On the deck sailors and time-expired soldiers were lying asleep side by side; there were so many of them it was difficult to pass. "Stand down," the soldier with the sling said softly. "Follow me quietly, hold on to my shirt...."
But my legs won't bear me, brother, and it's hot here. Let's go to sleep." Gusev went back to the ward and got into his hammock. He was again tormented by a vague craving, and he could not make out what he wanted. There was an oppression on his chest, a throbbing in his head, his mouth was so dry that it was difficult for him to move his tongue.
It's consumption, in fact. I say it, not to upset you, but because maybe you would like to have the sacrament and extreme unction. And if you have any money you had better give it to the senior officer." "I haven't written home..." Gusev sighed. "I shall die and they won't know." "They'll hear of it," the sick sailor brought out in a bass voice.
This belief is clearly at the bottom of such questions as, 'Comrade Gusev, have you ever done any plowing? or 'Comrade Orator, do you know anything about peasant work? Disbelief in the townsman who understands nothing about peasants is natural to the peasant, and we shall have to conquer it, to get through it, to get rid of it by showing the peasant, with a clear plan in our hands that he can understand, that we are not altogether fools in this matter and that we understand more than he does."
Mazin, brisker and more animated than the others, listened to the conversation. Now and then Samoylov said something to Ivan Gusev; and the mother noticed that each time Ivan gave a slight elbow nudge to a comrade, he could scarcely restrain a laugh; his face would grow red, his cheeks would puff up, and he would have to incline his head.
I shall go to him and say, 'Come, old man, put aside your horrid subjects, ladies' amours and the beauties of nature, and show up human depravity." For a minute he pondered, then said: "Gusev, do you know how I took them in?" "Took in whom, Pavel Ivanitch?"
Gusev whispered, a wink lurking in his eye. Nilovna came home in gay spirits. She had now seen for herself how people are moved by books. "The people down there are sorry they can't read," she said to Andrey, "and here am I who could when I was young, but have forgotten." "Learn over again, then," suggested the Little Russian. "At my age? What do you want to make fun of me for?"
The first outline visible in the darkness was a blue circle the little round window; then little by little Gusev could distinguish his neighbour in the next hammock, Pavel Ivanitch. The man slept sitting up, as he could not breathe lying down.
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