"Yes--It's impossible to speak to them, absolutely impossible! They cannot understand!" "They came, snatched, and carried off!" mumbled the mother, waving her hands.

As her son remained at home, her heart began to beat more lightly.

Her mind stubbornly halted before one fact and refused to be moved.

"How he scoffs at us, that yellow ruffian! How he threatens us!" "All right, mamma!" Pavel suddenly said with resolution.

"Let us pick all this up!" He called her "mamma," the word he used only when he came nearer to her.