Pavel's eyelids quivered and fell.

His face became softer and brightened with a clear, open smile.
A poignant bitterness smote the mother's heart.
"Will they let you out soon ?" she inquired in a tone of sudden injury and agitation.

"Why have they put you in prison?
Those papers and pamphlets have appeared in the factory again, anyway." Pavel's eyes flashed with delight.
"Have they?
When?
Many of them ?" "It is forbidden to talk about this subject!" the warden lazily announced.

"You may talk only of family matters." "And isn't this a family matter ?" retorted the mother.
"I don't know.

I only know it's forbidden.