Chapter 29 Twenty-seven

The old Bazarovs, who had not expected their son's sudden return, were extremely happy, and Arina Vlasyevna was so busy that Vasily Ivanitch compared her to a "sand chicken." .In fact, she was shaking her short coat like a hen's tail.And he himself kept humming, biting the amber mouth of his long pipe, holding his neck with his fingers and turning his head back and forth, as if testing whether the head was firmly installed, and suddenly grinned loudly and silently. "I will be staying here for six weeks this time, old father," Bazarov told him. "I have to work, so don't disturb me."

"I will never show myself to you!" answered Vasily Ivanitch. He kept his promise, arranged for his son to live in his study, and then avoided seeing him, and warned his wife not to show any unnecessary emotions. "Mother," he said, "we annoyed Yevgeny when he first came back, and this time we'll be more sensible." Arina Vlasyevna agreed with her husband, It didn't matter much to her, though, because she saw her son only at the dinner table, and was too frightened to speak.Sometimes, she would call out: "Evgeny, dear!" But before her son turned to look at her, she would fiddle with the tassels of the bag and whisper, "It's nothing, nothing, I'm just saying something," and then held it up with her hand. He raised his face and said to Vasily Ivanitch: "You'd better ask Yevgeny what he wants for lunch: cabbage soup or red cabbage soup?" !” But after a while, Bazarov himself was no longer obstinate, and the enthusiasm for work disappeared, replaced by a sense of loneliness and restlessness, and his every move showed fatigue, even When walking, it is not with that firm, forward step.He no longer went for walks alone, he looked for opportunities to talk to people, he went to the drawing room to drink tea, walked in the garden with Vasily Ivanitch and smoked "smothered cigarettes", and once even asked Let me tell you about Father Alexey's latest situation.Vasily Ivanitch was pleased with this change in him, but his joy did not last long. "Our Yevgeny is really worrying," he whispered to his wife. "If it's dissatisfaction or anger, that's fine, but his anguish, his sadness are really scary. He doesn't say a word—it's good to scold us! He's getting thinner and paler every day. Ugly." "Lord, Lord!" whispered the old woman, "I would have loved to hang a sachet around his neck to ward off evil spirits, but he wouldn't want to!" Vasily Ivanitch repeated several times. He wanted to find out what was going on, about his job, about his health, about Arkady... But Bazarov was very reluctant to answer, and just dealt with it casually. "Why are you running around me on tiptoe? It's worse than before!" "Oh, I'm all right, I'm just talking," answered poor Vasily Ivanitch hastily.His attempts to steer the conversation into politics were also fruitless.Once he talked about the imminent emancipation of serfs and signs of social improvement. He hoped to attract his son's attention, but his son only said coldly: "I walked by the fence yesterday and heard some local peasant boys humming new songs. : The time has come, I feel love in my heart... See, that's what you said about the signs of improvement."

Sometimes Bazarov went to the village to chat with a peasant, and he joked a few words as usual, and then got to the point: "Hey, my brother, tell me about your views on life, it is said that you are the strength and power of Russia. Where the future lies, the new era of history will begin with you, and you will call the shots and make the laws." The farmer either doesn't answer anything, or says something like this: "We...can also...because...for example, also Gotta ask what the altar is like in the church." "Please explain to me, what is the world you are talking about?" Bazarov interrupted the other party, "Is it built on the backs of three fish as in the story?"

"That's right, sir, the land is held up by the backs of three fish," said the farmer kindly, in a kindly monotonous voice, in a genealogical tone. "But everyone knows that it is the master who manages our land, that is to say, you are the fathers who gave birth to us. The more fierce the master, the more obedient the peasants will be." Hearing such remarks, Bazarov shrugged his shoulders contemptuously, and turned away, while the peasant went about his work. "What did you say?" asked another peasant, about middle age, with a strained face, from the door of his house, who had been present when Bazarov spoke. "Are you talking about rent arrears?"

"You're not talking about rent arrears, my brother!" replied the first farmer, not in the monotonous tone of genealogy, but in a tone of contempt that is not worth mentioning. "Nonsense, itchy tongue! Who doesn't know that he is the young master, what can he understand?" "Know what!" replied the other farmer, and with a wave of his hat, and tightening his waist, the two began to talk about themselves.Ah, Bazarov, who shrugged his shoulders contemptuously and thought himself good at dealing with the peasants (he boasted again and again in his arguments with Pavel Petrovich), it never occurred to the confident Bazarov that in the eyes of the peasants he was only Like that funny clown...

In the evening he finally had something to do.Once Vasily Ivanitch bandaged a peasant's wounded foot in his presence, but the old man's hands were trembling and he could not tie the bandage, so his son helped him.Since then he has also practiced medicine, while laughing at the various anachronistic remedies his father proposed.Vasily Ivanitch did not mind Bazarov's ridicule, and even took it as consolation.He pinched the button seam of the greasy pajamas with two fingers, and while smoking a pipe, he happily listened to Bazarov's comments. Smoked black teeth.He even imitated his son's nonsensical sayings, for example, for days on end he said "That's no big deal!" just because his son learned that he used to go to morning prayers I have used this phrase from time to time. "Thank goodness, he doesn't worry for no reason anymore!" He whispered to his wife, "It's great that you made fun of me today!" Thinking of having such a good assistant, he couldn't help but feel elated, and his heart was full of pride. "Yes, yes," he said at the same time, giving a bottle of gula potion or a jar of black scopolamine ointment to a peasant woman in a man's coat and a horned hair ornament representing a half-wife, "you, My dear, I should thank the Lord every minute, because my son is at home and can treat you with the latest scientific methods, do you understand? The French emperor Napoleon did not have such a brilliant doctor." The one who came to seek treatment said she "needled "It hurts like a prick" (she didn't understand what the disease was), the peasant woman just bowed blindly, reached into her bosom with her hand, and took out four eggs wrapped in her kerchief.

Bazarov also pulled out a tooth for a passing peddler who sold haberdashery.Although it was an ordinary tooth, Vasily Ivanitch preserved it as a rare treasure, and showed it to Father Alexey, full of praise: "Look at how long the root of the tooth is! Yevgeny is really strong! When pulling out the tooth, the peddler almost jumped into the air... I think he can pull it up even if it is an oak tree! . . . " "Admirable!" said Father Alexey, after a moment's hesitation.He didn't know how to deal with this fascinated old man. Once a peasant from a neighboring village sent his brother who was suffering from typhus to be cured by Vasily Ivanitch.The poor man lying on the straw bales was unconscious and dying, with black spots all over his body.Vasily Ivanitch regretted that he had not thought of coming to see a doctor, and that it was hopeless now.The fact is also the same, the patient died in the carriage before reaching home.

Two days later Bazarov went into his father's room and asked if there was any silver nitrate. "Yes, what do you want it for?" "To...disinfect the wound." "Sterilize who?" "Myself." "How do you say it is for yourself? Why? What kind of wound? Where is it?" "On my finger. Today I went to the village where typhoid patients are brought in for treatment. For some reason they want to dissect his body, and I haven't had such an operation in a long time." "and after?" "I asked the county doctor for permission, and then I cut my finger."

Suddenly Vassily Ivanitch turned pale, went straight to the study without a word, and brought at once a lump of silver nitrate.Bazarov took it, intending to turn around and leave. "For the Lord's sake," said Vasily Ivanitch, "let me sterilize you myself." Bazarov smiled coldly. "You are so diligent in everything!" "This is no joke, let me see your injured finger. It's not a big wound. Does it hurt? " "Squeeze a little harder, don't be afraid." Vasily Ivanitch stopped. "What do you think, Yevgeny, would it be better to use a soldering iron?"

"Sterling should have been done long ago, and silver nitrate is not even needed these days. If there is an infection, it is too late now." "Why... it's late..." Vasily Ivanitch was almost at a loss for words. "Of course! It's been more than four hours since the cut." Vasily Ivanitch branded the wound again. "Does the county doctor not have silver nitrate?" "No." "Lord, how is this possible? To be a doctor, there are no such necessary things!" "You haven't seen his scalpel yet!" Bazarov said and walked away.

From that day until night and all the next day Vasily Ivanitch went to his son's room on various pretexts.On the surface, not only did the old father not mention the wound, he even tried his best to divert the conversation to other matters. In fact, he stared into his eyes and observed his expression uneasily, so that Bazarov lost his patience and threatened to say, If you pester him like this, he'll just leave.Vasily Ivanitch swore not to disturb him any more.But Alina Vlasyevna, kept in the dark, questioned her husband endlessly why he couldn't sleep?What happened?Vasily Ivanitch persisted for two full days, although his son's expression was not very reassuring according to what he had seen... But on the third day, at lunchtime, he could no longer hold back: Bazarov Hang your head and eat nothing. "Why don't you eat it, Yevgeny?" He seemed to ask casually, "Today's dishes are well done!" "If you don't want to eat, don't eat." "Aren't you hungry? Where's your head?" He asked, with fear in his voice, "Have a headache?" "It hurts. How can it not hurt?" Arina Vlasyevna straightened up alertly. "Please don't be angry, Yevgeny," continued Vasily Ivanitch, "will I feel your pulse?" Bazarov stood up. "I can tell you without taking the pulse: I have a fever." "Ever shivered?" "I've had chills too. Now I'm going to lie down for a while. Bring me a cup of tea made from linden flowers. I'm probably suffering from a cold." "No wonder I heard you cough last night," said Alina Vlasyevna. "I've caught a cold," repeated Bazarov, and went out. Arina Vlasyevna prepared linden tea, while Vasily Ivanitch went into the next room and pulled his hair silently. Bazarov never got up from his couch that day.He had been in a severe coma for the first half of the night. At midnight, he struggled to open his eyes, saw his father's pale face illuminated by the ever-burning lamp, and told him to go away.His father backed out repeatedly, but after a while, he tiptoed back into the study, hid behind the half-opened bookcase door, and stared at his son intently.Arina Vlasyevna, too, went to the door of the study from time to time, listened through the crack of the door to "how dear Yevgeny is breathing," and looked at Vasily Ivanitch.All she could see was his still, hunched spine, but it made her feel a little easier.In the morning Bazarov tried to get up and get out of bed, but his hair was dizzy and his nose was bleeding, so he had no choice but to lie down again.Vasily Ivanitch was silent, but waited on one side.Arina Vlasyevna came in and asked him if he was feeling well.He replied, "It's better," and turned over to face the wall and fell asleep.Vasily Ivanitch waved hastily to his wife, who bit her lips to keep from crying, and hurried out of the study.The house seemed to be dark all of a sudden, everyone was sad, and everything was silent.A crowing rooster in the yard was sent to the village, and it didn't understand why it was treated like this for a long time.Bazarov was still lying on his side facing the wall.Vasily Ivanitch's incessant inquiries about his health only bored him, and the old man sat silently in his chair, cracking his knuckles from time to time.Sometimes he would go into the garden and stand like a puppet with a look of terror on his face - the look of terror never leaving his face - and then return to his son again.He tried his best to avoid his wife's cross-examination, but she still grabbed his hand and asked tremblingly like a threat: "What's the matter with him?" He collected himself and forced a smile back to her, but he was also scared A: It's not a smile, but a wild laugh for no reason.Early in the morning, he sent someone to call for a doctor. At the same time, he felt that it was necessary to tell his son about the extension of the doctor, so as not to make his son angry. Bazarov suddenly turned over on the sofa, staring blankly at his father wanting to drink water. Vasily Ivanitch brought him water, and in passing touched his forehead.His forehead looked like it was on fire. "Old father," Bazarov said in a hoarse voice, weakly, "this is too bad, I'm infected, and you will bury me in a few days." Vasili suddenly couldn't stand still, as if someone had beaten his legs hard. "Evgeny!" he said tremblingly, "where did you say that! . . . God bless!You just caught a cold..." "Come on," interrupted Bazarov, "as a doctor you shouldn't say such things, and you know all the symptoms of infection." "What contagious...symptoms, Yevgeny?...No such words!" "What is this?" Bazarov rolled up his shirt sleeves and showed him the horrible red spots on his arms. Vasily Ivanitch shuddered and became cold with fright. "Suppose," he said at last, "suppose... let's say... let's say it's kind of infected with..." "Sepsis," his son reminded him. "Yes... It's like being infected with the epidemic..." "Sepsis," Bazarov repeated gravely and clearly. "Did you forget everything written in the medical book?" "Not bad, not bad, whatever you say...but we will definitely be able to cure your illness!" "Hey, that's just delusion. But that's not the point. I didn't expect to die so soon, it was purely accidental, really, a very unpleasant accident. Now, you and mother It's time to seek refuge in religion, you think religion is omnipotent, so use it to try." He took another sip of water. "I want to ask you to do something... While my mind is still working, tomorrow or the day after tomorrow, you know, my mind will retire. Even now, I am not sure whether I can express it clearly. I lie Here, I saw a group of red dogs circling around me, and you looked at me like a hound ready to kill a big thunderbird, and I myself was in a trance like a drunk person. My words do you understand?" "Why don't you understand, Yevgeny? You speak as clearly as a normal person." "That's good. You said that you have sent someone to call for a doctor... you want to use this to comfort yourself... you can comfort me too, you send someone special..." "Go and tell Arkady Nikolaitch," the old man continued. "Who is Arkady Nikolaitch?" Bazarov seemed to be thinking. "Oh, by the way, that chick! No, don't touch him, he's a jackdaw now. Don't be surprised, it's not sleep talk. You send someone to see Odintsova, that is, Anna Sergeyevna, there is such a landowner's wife... do you know? (Vassily Ivanitch nods) Say Yevgeny Bazarov greets her and tells her I'm dying Yes. Can you do it?" "It will definitely be done... But you, Yevgeny... said that you are going to die, think about it yourself, how is it possible? How can there be any fairness in this?" "I don't know about this, but please send someone to go there." "Send immediately, and I will write the letter myself." "No, why bother! Just tell her I salute her and don't say anything else. I'm going back to the dogs now. How strange! I try to concentrate on dying, but I can't, just see a blob stuff... and nothing else." He rolled over with difficulty to face the wall.Vasily Ivanitch left his study, strode into his wife's bedroom with difficulty, and at once fell on his knees before the icon. "Pray, Alina, pray!" he moaned. "Our son is dying!" The doctor, that is, the county doctor who didn't even have silver nitrate, came to see the patient and suggested a temporary clinical observation, and said a few words that he hoped that the patient's condition would improve. "Have you ever seen a man like me who doesn't go to Elysium?" Bazarov asked, then seized the leg of a heavy table next to the sofa and shook it so that it shifted a few inches. "Oh, I still have strength in my body, but it's a pity that I'm going to die!..." He said, "It's fine if he's old, because he's almost done with his life, but I... yes, do you want to deny death? Death But he denies you and makes you helpless!" After a while he said, "Who is crying there? Is it the mother? Poor person! From now on, who will eat the wonderful beetroot soup she made? Siri Ivanitch, it seems that you are also constantly pumping. Well, since you can't get help from Christ, then go be a philosopher, be a follower of the indifferent. Don't you boast Are you a philosopher?" -------- ①The Stoic school is a school of philosophy in ancient Greece and Rome, which advocates indifference to show one's ambitions and not be frustrated by hardships and bad luck. "What kind of a philosopher am I!" cried Vasily Ivanitch, and two streams of hot tears rolled down his cheeks. Bazarov's condition deteriorated sharply, getting worse from time to time, as is often the case with traumatic infections.He is still conscious, can speak clearly, and is still struggling: "I don't want to talk nonsense!" He clenched his fists and said to himself, "I don't!" But he murmured: "Eight minus ten is How much?" Vasily Ivanitch, in a state of obsession, suggested at one moment one method of treatment, another at another, "remedies with wet cloths, laxatives... anointing the navel with mustard ointment... bleeding , "In the end, he just covered his son's feet.He babbled nervously, while the doctor who had stayed at his request responded by ordering lemonade for the patient and either a pipe for himself or something "to warm you up," which is to say vodka. Liquor.Arina Vlasyevna, who was sitting on a stool by the door, went away every few moments to say her prayers.One of her vanity mirrors slipped from her hand a few days ago and was broken, and she always thought something was going to happen.Not to mention trying to persuade her, Anfisushka felt bad for herself.Timofeyitch was sent to deliver a message to Odintsova. It was a sad night for Bazarov, the fever was tormenting him... In the morning, when the fever abated a little, he asked Arina Vlasyevna to comb his hair, he kissed Her hand, took two sips of tea.Vasily Ivanitch breathed a sigh of relief at this sight. "Thank you Father in heaven!" he said. "Crisis comes and passes." "Oh, that's a good idea!" Bazarov replied. "It's all about one word! Say 'it's over' and you'll feel at ease. It's wonderful, people believe in a word, for example, call him a fool, he'll be a fool." Even though he was not beaten, he still felt uncomfortable, and if he was praised for being smart, he was satisfied even though he was not paid.” Bazarov's little extemporaneous remark resembled his usual conversation, and it spoiled Vasily Ivanitch. "Excellent! Well said! Excellent!" He praised loudly and made a gesture of clapping his hands. Bazarov smiled sadly. "So, according to you," he asked, "is the crisis over or coming?" "You're much better, I'm glad I saw it with my own eyes," answered Vasily Ivanitch. "Yes, pleasure is never a bad thing. Have you sent to tell her?" "Sent, why not send?" The signs of improvement did not last long, and the disease recurred.Vasily Ivanitch stood by Bazarov, and seemed to be churning in him with some strange anxiety.The old man hesitated to speak, and finally said: "Evgeny! My son, dear son!" The unusual call had an effect on Bazarov... He turned his head slightly, tried his best to break out of the coma, and asked: "What is it, my father?" "Evgeny!" Vasily Ivanitch called again, and fell on his knees before Bazarov, though Bazarov could not have seen him without opening his eyes. "Evgeny, you are better now, the original owner blesses you, and you can recover. But please use this time to comfort my mother and me, and fulfill your responsibilities as a believer! I mention this, it seems scary, but If you leave regrets... that would be even more terrifying. Yevgeny... please think about what I mentioned..." The old man was choked with sobs, and he, the son lying on the sofa, had his eyes still closed, but a strange expression crossed his face. "I will not refuse, if it can bring you comfort," he replied at last, "but I think there is no need to hurry. You said yourself that I am better." "It's much better, Yevgeny, it's much better. But who knows what's to come? It's all in the Lord's will, and after you've done your duty..." "No, I still want to wait," Bazarov interrupted him, "I agree with you that the turning point has come, if you and I are wrong, that's okay, you know, unconscious people can also receive Communion." "Evgeny, that being said..." "I want to wait a little longer. I'm going to sleep now. Don't get in my way." With that, he put his head back where it had been. The old man got up and sat down in the chair, pinched his chin, and bit his fingers. The rattling sound of the spring carriage, a rattling sound that can be heard very clearly in the deserted village, suddenly startled him.It was approaching, it was approaching, the snoring of galloping horses could already be heard... Vasily Ivanitch jumped up and hurried to the window, and saw a spring carriage with four horses driving in. his yard.He didn't have time to think about what was going on, so he ran up the steps with an inexplicable joy... A servant in uniform opened the car door, and a lady in a black veil and black cloak stepped out... "My name is Odintsova," she began. "Is Yevgeny Vasilyitch still alive? Are you his father? I have brought the doctor." "Benefactor!" cried Vasily Ivanitch, taking her hand and putting it tremblingly to his lips.At this moment the doctor who accompanied Anna Sergeyevna, a small German-faced man with glasses, got out of the carriage without haste. "Alive, my Yevgeny is still alive, and now he can be saved! My wife! My wife! . . . The angel has come..." "Lord, there is such a thing!" said the old woman, running out of the drawing room, and before she knew what was happening, she fell at Anna Sergeyevna's feet and kissed her skirt frantically. train. "Why do you do that? Why do you do that?" said Anna Sergeyevna, but Arina Vlasyevna did not listen to her, and Vasily Ivanitch was only concerned. Say "Angel! Angel!" "Woistder Kranke? ①Where is the patient?" asked the doctor at last, impatiently. Vasily Ivanitch came to his senses. "Here, here, come with me. Wiltster, Halle, Kolliega," he added, remembering the German he had learned. -------- ① German: Where is the patient? ②The pronunciation of German WertesterHerrKollege (respected colleagues). "Ah!" the German said, with a wry smile on his face. Vasily Ivanitch took him into the study. "Anna Sergeyevna Odintsova has sent for the doctor," he said, leaning into his son's ear, "and she is here herself." Bazarov opened his eyes suddenly. "What did you say?" "I mean that Anna Sergeyevna Odintsova is here, and this gentleman doctor is here to treat you." Bazarov looked around. "She's here...I want to see her." "You will see her, Yevgeny, but first you have to speak to the doctor, since Sidor Sidolich (the county doctor) has gone and I have to give him the full medical history, And a little consultation." Bazarov glanced at the German. "Let's discuss it quickly, but don't speak Latin, otherwise I can understand what jammoritur means." "Der Herrscheint des Deutschenma Zchtigzusein," said the new disciple of Escolappus to Vasily Ivanitch. "Ich... Habe... better say it in Russian," replied the old man. -------- ① Latin: dying. ② German: It seems that this gentleman is proficient in German. ③Eskolaps, the god of medicine in Roman mythology. ④The pronunciation of German Ichhabe (I used to be). "Ah! It turns out that Xu (Ru) is so... Qin (please) just..." Half an hour later Anna Sergeyevna came to the study accompanied by Vasily Ivanitch.The doctor whispered to her that the patient was hopeless. She glanced at Bazarov... and stopped at the door, startled by his feverish, lifeless face and the cloudy eyes staring at her, felt a cold, unbearable terror, and thought secretly: If you really loved him, you would never feel this way. "Thank you," he said with difficulty, "I didn't expect it to be an act of kindness, as you promised us to see each other again." "Anna Sergeyevna is so kind..." Vasily Ivanitch had just begun. "Father, please go away for a while. Anna Sergeyevna, will you allow me? It seems that now I..." He nodded to his limp body as it lay. Vasily Ivanitch withdrew. "Well, thank you," Bazarov continued, "this can be said to be in accordance with the emperor's etiquette. I heard that the tsar also visits the dying." "Evgeny Vasilyitch, I hope..." "Well, Anna Sergeyevna, let's be honest. I'm lost, I've fallen under the wheel, and as for the future, I can't even think about it. Death is an old topic, but it's for everyone. Something new. I haven't been afraid until now. . . And then there's going to be a loss of sanity, shit! (He waves his hand feebly.) Oh, what shall I say to you? . . . that I loved you? Even then it meant nothing, let alone now. Love is a physical thing, but my form has fallen apart. Better to say how beautiful you are! You look so beautiful standing here..." Anna Sergeyevna shuddered. "It's okay, please don't worry... please sit over there... don't come near me, my disease is contagious." Anna Sergeyevna walked quickly across the room and sat down in an armchair near the sofa on which Bazarov lay. "What a sublime spirit!" he whispered, "oh, so close, in this hut! And you are so young, and beautiful, and pure! . . . Well, farewell! Long life to you, for you are And most of all; don't waste your time. You see this terrible sight: a maggot, half trampled to death, but still squirming. I also thought about destroying everything, I will not die, death wheel Not me! I've got a job on my shoulders, I'm a giant! But for the time being, it's the giant's job to die decently, though nobody's going to notice . . . anyway, I don't want to beg for mercy." Bazarov fell silent and groped for the cup with his hands.Anna Sergeyevna gave him water to drink.She didn't take off her gloves, and she held her breath in fear while feeding. "You will forget me," he added, "the dead are no friends of the living. My father will tell you what a good man Russia has lost... This is nonsense, but please don't break the old man's heart. Son As long as there is something to play, you are happy... You know that too. Please also comfort my mother, knowing that people like them can't be found in your high society with a lantern in the daytime... Russia needs me... No, look Come, no need. Who do you want? A shoemaker, a seamstress, a butcher... Somebody has to sell the butcher... Wait a minute, my thoughts are lost... There's a wood here..." Bazarov put his hand to his forehead. Anna Sergeyevna bent over him. "Evgeny, Vasilyitch, here I am..." He moved his hands away and half sat up. "Farewell," he said suddenly, with a last gleam of light from his eyes, "farewell... listen... I didn't kiss you even then... blow out that ever-burning lamp, the oil will dry soon Alright, let it go out..." Anna Sergeyevna kissed him on the forehead. "That's enough!..." After finishing speaking, his head fell on the pillow again. "Now...it's pitch black..." Anna Sergeyevna quietly withdrew. "What's the matter?" Vassily Ivanitch asked in a low voice. "He's asleep," she answered, almost inaudibly. Fate destined Bazarov never to wake up again, he lost consciousness in the evening, and he died the next day.Alexei held a religious ceremony for him.When the holy oil touched his chest, one of his eyes suddenly opened. The priest surrounded by cigarettes and the candlelight in front of the holy image seemed to startle him, and a flash of instant flashed across his dead face. The panic of death.He sighed his last.The whole family cried.Vasily Ivanitch suddenly lost his mind. "I said, I will sue!" he shouted hoarsely, twisting his face and shaking his fists in the air, as if threatening someone, "I will sue! I will sue! Cry for injustice!" Alina Vlasiavna hugged his neck tightly with tears in her face, and the two old people fell to their knees together. "Yes," Anfisushka recounted later in the lower room, "the two knelt side by side with their heads bowed, like the lamb at noon..." But the heat of the noon subsided, and dusk and night came on, and they returned to the silent resting place where the worn-out and weary fell asleep. . .