48/83 And these smiles stung him like needles. A serious-looking peasant, with a big gray beard, who had not yet opened his mouth up to that time, suddenly opened it now, came closer to Foma and said slowly: "And even if we were to drink the Volga dry, and eat up that mountain, into the bargain--that too would be forgotten, your Honour. It is not for us to do such deeds as would stand out above everything else. |