But the judges apparently were not delighted by the speech, and
did not stir.
"The scabby devil!" Sizov whispered the oath.
"Next," said the old judge, bringing the paper to his face, "lawyers
for the defendants, Fedoseyev, Markov, Zagarov."
The lawyer whom the mother had seen at Nikolay's arose. His face
was broad and good-natured; his little eyes smiled radiantly and
seemed to thrust out from under his eyebrows two sharp blades, which
cut the air like scissors. He spoke without haste, resonantly,
and clearly; but the mother was unable to listen to his speech.
Sizov whispered in her ear:
"Did you understand what he said? Did you understand? 'People,'
he says, 'are poor, they are all upset, insensate.' Is that Fedor?
He says they don't understand anything; they're savages."
The feeling of wrong grew, and passed into revolt. Along with the
quick, loud voice of the lawyer, time also passed more quickly.
"A live, strong man having in his breast a sensitive, honest heart
cannot help rebelling with all his force against this life so full
of open cynicism, corruption, falsehood, and so blunted by vapidity.
The eyes of honest people cannot help seeing such glaring
contradictions----"
The judge with the green face bent toward the president and whispered
something to him; then the old man said dryly:
"Please be more careful!"
"Ha!" Sizov exclaimed softly.
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