You can't act
otherwise, you must do it for your comrades."
"No!" he replied. "I am doing it for myself. For their sake I can
go without carrying the banner, but I'm going to do it!"
Andrey stationed himself in the doorway. It was too low for him,
and he had to bend his knees oddly. He stood there as in a frame,
one shoulder leaning against the jamb, his head and other shoulder
thrust forward.
"I wish you would stop palavering, my dear sir," he said with a
frown, fixing his protuberant eyes on Pavel's face. He looked
like a lizard in the crevice of a stone wall.
The mother was overcome with a desire to weep, but she did not
want her son to see her tears, and suddenly mumbled: "Oh, dear!--
I forgot--" and walked out to the porch. There, her head in a
corner, she wept noiselessly; and her copious tears weakened her,
as though blood oozed from her heart along with them.
Through the door standing ajar the hollow sound of disputing voices
reached her ear.
"Well, do you admire yourself for having tortured her?"
"You have no right to speak like that!" shouted Pavel.
"A fine comrade I'd be to you if I kept quiet when I see you making
a fool of yourself.
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