Thus, in a cloud of perplexity and despondency under the load of
painful expectations, she lived through one day, and a second day;
but on the third day Sasha appeared and said to Nikolay:
"Everything is ready--to-day, in an hour!"
"Everything ready? So soon?" He was astonished.
"Why shouldn't everything be ready? The only thing I had to do was
to get a hiding place and clothes for Rybin. All the rest Godun
took on himself. Rybin will have to go through only one ward of the
city. Vyesovshchikov will meet him on the street, all disguised, of
course. He'll throw an overcoat over him, give him a hat, and show
him the way. I'll wait for him, change his clothes and lead him off."
"Not bad! And who's this Godun?"
"You've seen him! You gave talks to the locksmiths in his place."
"Oh, I remember! A droll old man."
"He's a soldier who served his time--a roofer, a man of little
education, but with an inexhaustible fund of hatred for every kind
of violence and for all men of violence. A bit of a philosopher!"
The mother listened in silence to her, and something indistinct
slowly dawned upon her.
"Godun wants to free his nephew--you remember him? You liked
Yevchenko, a blacksmith, quite a dude.
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