Isay came
from around a corner and stopped to look at us, and smiled at us.
Ivan walked off home, and I went on toward the factory--Isay at
my side!" Andrey stopped, heaved a deep sigh, and continued:
"No one ever insulted me in such an ugly way as that dog!"
The mother pulled the Little Russian by the hand toward the table,
gave him a shove, and finally succeeded in seating him on a chair.
She sat down at his side close to him, shoulder to shoulder. Pavel
stood in front of them, holding Andrey's hand in his and pressing it.
"I understand how hard it is for you," he said.
"He told me that they know us all, that we are all on the gendarme's
record, and that we are going to be dragged in before the first of
May. I didn't answer, I laughed, but my blood boiled. He began to
tell me that I was a clever fellow, and that I oughtn't to go on the
way I was going, but that I should rather----"
The Little Russian stopped, wiped his face with his right hand,
shook his head, and a dry gleam flashed in his eyes.
"I understand!" said Pavel.
"Yes," he said, "I should rather enter the service of the law."
The Little Russian waved his hand, and swung his clenched fist.
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