" She smiled, and again took in everybody with her
burning look.
"Now he says: 'Comrades'--and you ought to hear how he says it,
with what a stirring, tender love. He has grown marvelously simple
and open-hearted, and possessed with a desire to work. He has found
himself, he has measured his power, and knows what he is not. But
the main thing is, a true comradely feeling has been born in him, a
broad, loving comradeship, which smiles in the face of every
difficulty in life."
Vlasova listened to Sasha attentively. She was glad to see this girl,
always so stern, now softened, cheerful, and happy. Yet from some
deeps of her soul arose the jealous thought: "And how about Pasha?"
"He's entirely absorbed in thoughts of the comrades," continued Sasha.
"And do you know of what he assures me? Of the necessity of arranging
an escape for them. He says it's a very simple, easy matter."
Sofya raised her head, and said animatedly:
"And what do YOU think, Sasha? Is it feasible?"
The mother trembled as she set a cup of tea on the table. Sasha
knit her brows, her animation gone from her. After a moment's
silence, she said in a serious voice, but smiling in joyous confusion:
"HE'S convinced.
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