Briskly rubbing his hands, Yegor smiled and said: "It's wonderful, stupendous! I say, granny, it's superb--simply magnificent!" "I'll sit in jail as in an armchair, if this succeeds," said Samoylov, laughing and rubbing his hands.
"You are fine, granny!" Yegor hoarsely cried.
The mother smiled.

It was evident to her that if the leaflets should continue to appear in the factory, the authorities would be forced to recognize that it was not her son who distributed them.

And feeling assured of success, she began to quiver all over with joy.
"When you go to see Pavel," said Yegor, "tell him he has a good mother." "I'll see him very soon, I assure you," said Samoylov, smiling.
The mother grasped his hand and said earnestly: "Tell him that I'll do everything, everything necessary.

I want him to know it." "And suppose they don't put him in prison ?" asked Yegor, pointing at Samoylov.
The mother sighed and said sadly: "Well, then, it can't be helped!" Both of them burst out laughing.

And when she realized her ridiculous blunder, she also began to laugh in embarrassment, and lowering her eyes said somewhat slyly: "Bothering about your own folk keeps you from seeing other people straight." "That's natural!" exclaimed Yegor.