The Little Russian drooped his head.
"What's the whispering there?
Silence, please! Who reads the Bible ?" "I!" said Pavel.
"Aha! And whose books are all these ?" "Mine!" answered Pavel.
"So!" exclaimed the officer, throwing himself on the back of the chair.
He made the bones of his slender hand crack, stretched his legs under the table, and adjusting his mustache, asked Nikolay: "Are you Andrey Nakhodka ?" "Yes!" answered Nikolay, moving forward.

The Little Russian put out his hand, took him by the shoulder, and pulled him back.
"He made a mistake; I am Andrey!" The officer raised his hand, and threatening Vyesovshchikov with his little finger, said: "Take care!" He began to search among his papers.

From the street the bright, moonlit night looked on through the window with soulless eyes.

Some one was loafing about outside the window, and the snow crunched under his tread.
"You, Nakhodka, you have been searched for political offenses before ?" asked the officer.
"Yes, I was searched in Rostov and Saratov.

Only there the gendarmes addressed me as 'Mr.'" The officer winked his right eye, rubbed it, and showing his fine teeth, said: "And do you happen to know, MR.