Black darkness stood behind, motionless, waiting, gaping, with its flat, abysmal mouth.
"I live in the night!" she thought.

"In the night forever!" She felt a pity for the black-bearded, sedate peasant.

He was so broad and strong--and yet there was a certain helplessness about him, as about all the people.
Presently Andrey came in gay and vivacious.

When the mother told him about Rybin, he exclaimed: "Going, is he?
Well, let him go through the villages.

Let him ring forth the word of truth.