"And if I pronounce to myself that word 'comrades' then I hear with
my heart--they are going! They are going from everywhere, the great
multitude, all to one thing. I hear such a roaring, resonant and
joyous, like the festive peal of the bells of all the churches of
the world."
She had arrived at what she desired. Liudmila's face flashed in
amazement. Her lips quivered; and one after the other large
transparent tears dropped from her dull eyes and rolled down
her cheeks.
The mother embraced her vigorously and laughed softly, lightly taking
pride in the victory of her heart. When they took leave of each
other Liudmila looked into the mother's face, and asked her softly:
"Do you know that it is well with you?" And herself supplied the
answer: "Very well. Like a morning on a high mountain."
CHAPTER XIX
In the street the frozen atmosphere enveloped her body invigoratingly,
penetrated into her throat, tickled her nose, and for a second
suppressed the breathing in her bosom. The mother stopped and
looked around. Near to her, at the corner of the empty street,
stood a cabman in a shaggy hat; at a slight distance a man was
walking, bent, his head sunk in his shoulders; and in front of
him a soldier was running in a jump, rubbing his ears.
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