"
Nikolay waved his forearm in front of his eyes, and said, with conviction:
"I have a keen scent. Besides, you can be of great help to Liudmila.
Flee far from evil."
The possibility of taking a part in the printing of her son's speech
was pleasant to her, and she answered:
"If so, I'll go. But don't think I'm afraid."
"Very well. Now, tell me where my valise and my linen are. You've
grabbed up everything into your rapacious hands, and I'm completely
robbed of the possibility of disposing of my own private property.
I'm making complete preparations--this will be unpleasant to them."
Sasha burned the papers in silence, and carefully mixed their ashes
with the other cinders in the stove.
"Sasha, go," said Nikolay, putting out his hand to her. "Good-by.
Don't forget books--if anything new and interesting appears. Well,
good-by, dear comrade. Be more careful."
"Do you think it's for long?" asked Sasha.
"The devil knows them! Evidently. There's something against me.
Nilovna, are you going with her? It's harder to track two people--
all right?"
"I'm going." The mother went to dress herself, and it occurred to
her how little these people who were striving for the freedom of
all cared for their personal freedom.
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