Liudmila Vasilyevna,
this man walked away from prison without the permission of the
authorities--a bit of shameless audacity. Before all, feed him, then
hide him somewhere for a day or two."
The woman nodded her head and looked carefully at the sick man's face.
"Stop your chattering, Yegor," she said sternly. "You know it's bad
for you. You ought to have sent for me at once, as soon as they
came. And I see you didn't take your medicine. What do you mean by
such negligence? You yourself say it's easier for you to breathe
after a dose. Comrade, come to my place. They'll soon call for
Yegor from the hospital."
"So I'm to go to the hospital, after all?" asked Yegor, puckering
up his face.
"Yes, I'll be there with you."
"There, too?"
"Hush!"
As she talked she adjusted the blanket on Yegor's breast, looked
fixedly at Nikolay, and with her eyes measured the quantity of
medicine in the bottle. She spoke evenly, not loud, but in a
resonant voice. Her movements were easy, her face was pale, with
large blue circles around her eyes. Her black eyebrows almost met
at the bridge of the nose, deepening the setting of her dark, stern
eyes. Her face did not please the mother; it seemed haughty in its
sternness and immobility, and her eyes were rayless.
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