On his forehead and temples his
bright, boyish curls danced gayly.
"There, now, I have work, too," said Vyesovshchikov, going over to
the mother quietly. "I'm bored already--jumped out of prison--what
for? My only occupation is hiding--and there I was learning. Pavel
so pressed your brains--it was one pure delight. And Andrey, too,
polished us fellows zealously. Well, Nilovna, did you hear how they
decided in regard to the escape? Will they arrange it?"
"They'll find out day after to-morrow," she repeated, sighing
involuntarily. "One day still--day after to-morrow."
Laying his heavy hand on her shoulder, and bringing his face close
to hers, Nikolay said animatedly:
"You tell them, the older ones there--they'll listen to you. Why,
it's very easy. You just see for yourself. There's the wall of the
prison near the lamp-post; opposite is an empty lot, on the left
the cemetery, on the right the streets--the city. The lamplighter
goes to the lamppost; by day he cleans the lamp; he puts the ladder
against the wall, climbs up, screws hooks for a rope ladder onto the
top of the wall, lets the rope ladder down into the prison yard, and
off he goes.
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