You don't feel lonesome, do
you, mother?"
"When the leaflets appeared, they searched me, too," she said,
not without a certain pride.
"Again on this subject!" said the warden in an offended tone. "I
tell you it's forbidden, it's not allowed. They have deprived him
of liberty so that he shouldn't know anything about it; and here
you are with your news. You ought to know it's forbidden!"
"Well, leave it, mother," said Pavel. "Matvey Ivanovich is a good
man. You mustn't do anything to provoke him. We get along together
very well. It's by chance he's here to-day with us. Usually, it's
the assistant superintendent who is present on such occasions.
That's why Matvey Ivanovich is afraid you will say something you
oughtn't to."
"Time's up!" announced the warden looking at his watch. "Take your leave!"
"Well, thank you," said Pavel. "Thank you, my darling mother!
Don't worry now. They'll let me out soon."
He embraced her, pressed her warmly to his bosom, and kissed her.
Touched by his endearments, and happy, she burst into tears.
"Now separate!" said the warden, and as he walked off with the
mother he mumbled:
"Don't cry! They'll let him out; they'll let everybody out.
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