Heavy, chaotic thoughts, like a tangled mass of clouds, crept over her, and encompassed her and oppressed her bosom.
"You are tired, granny! Let's go to bed!" said Yegor, smiling.
She bade him good night, and sidled carefully into the kitchen, carrying away a bitter, caustic feeling in her heart.
In the morning, after breakfast, Yegor asked her: "Suppose they catch you and ask you where you got all these heretical books from.

What will you say ?" "I'll say, 'It's none of your business!'" she answered, smiling.
"You'll never convince them of that!" Yegor replied confidently.

"On the contrary, they are profoundly convinced that this is precisely their business.

They will question you very, very diligently, and very, very long!" "I won't tell, though!" "They'll put you in prison!" "Well, what of it?
Thank God that I am good at least for that," she said with a sigh.

"Thank God! Who needs me?
Nobody!" "H'm!" said Yegor, fixing his look upon her.