[Mother by Maxim Gorky]@TWC D-Link bookMother CHAPTER VI 10/13
She straightened herself, her scar turned purple, and her brow drooped low. "Don't shout!" she said, flinging out her hand toward him.
"You are a young man still; you don't know misery or sorrow----" "Calm yourself, mother!" Pavel intervened. "In this business, mother, you've got to take your heart between your teeth and hold it there tight," said the Little Russian. "Wait a moment, Pasha!" cried the mother, rushing to the table and then addressing the officer: "Why do you snatch people away thus ?" "That does not concern you.
Silence!" shouted the officer, rising. "Bring in the prisoner Vyesovshchikov!" he commanded, and began to read aloud a document which he raised to his face. Nikolay was brought into the room. "Hats off!" shouted the officer, interrupting his reading. Rybin went up to Vlasova, and patting her on the back, said in an undertone: "Don't get excited, mother!" "How can I take my hat off if they hold my hands ?" asked Nikolay, drowning the reading. The officer flung the paper on the table. "Sign!" he said curtly. The mother saw how everyone signed the document, and her excitement died down, a softer feeling taking possession of her heart.
Her eyes filled with tears--burning tears of insult and impotence--such tears she had wept for twenty years of her married life, but lately she had almost forgotten their acid, heart-corroding taste. The officer regarded her contemptuously.
He scowled and remarked: "You bawl ahead of time, my lady! Look out, or you won't have tears left for the future!" "A mother has enough tears for everything, everything! If you have a mother, she knows it!" The officer hastily put the papers into his new portfolio with its shining lock. "How independent they all are in your place!" He turned to the police commissioner. "An impudent pack!" mumbled the commissioner. "March!" commanded the officer. "Good-by, Andrey! Good-by, Nikolay!" said Pavel warmly and softly, pressing his comrades' hands. "That's it! Until we meet again!" the officer scoffed. Vyesovshchikov silently pressed Pavel's hands with his short fingers and breathed heavily.
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