You go home.

Never mind! They're not going to beat us." On returning home she gathered together all the books, and pressing them to her bosom walked about the house for a long time, looking into the oven, under the oven, into the pipe of the samovar, and even into the water vat.

She thought Pavel would at once drop work and come home; but he did not come.

Finally she sat down exhausted on the bench in the kitchen, putting the books under her; and she remained in that position, afraid to rise, until Pavel and the Little Russian returned from the factory.
"Do you know ?" she exclaimed without rising.
"We know!" said Pavel with a composed smile.

"Are you afraid ?" "Oh, I'm so afraid, so afraid!" "You needn't be afraid," said the Little Russian.