The Khvostovs send you their regards." "Which Khvostovs?
Oh, yes!" The colonel interrupted: "Well, we must go.

Get up, mother; we must go." The two men lifted the weakened old woman.
"Bid him good-by!" ordered the colonel.

"Make the sign of the cross." She did everything as she was told.

But as she made the sign of the cross, and kissed her son a brief kiss, she shook her head and murmured weakly: "No, it isn't the right way! It is not the right way! What will I say?
How will I say it?
No, it is not the right way!" "Good-by, Sergey!" said the father.

They shook hands, and kissed each other quickly but heartily.
"You--" began Sergey.
"Well ?" asked the father abruptly.
"No, no! It is not the right way! How shall I say it ?" repeated the mother weakly, nodding her head.