80/82 Semyonov...." He positively was silent over that name. The mild expression of his eyes, the clumsy kindness of his mouth gave a ludicrous expression to his rage. "Be patient!" As I spoke I could hear him in the railway carriage: "I am mad with happiness.... God forgive me, my heart will break." Breaking from me, despair in his voice, he whispered to the empty room, the desolate row of white beds watching him: "I always knew that I was hopeless ... |