"Thank you, my darling mother! Don't worry now.

They'll let me out soon." He embraced her, pressed her warmly to his bosom, and kissed her.
Touched by his endearments, and happy, she burst into tears.
"Now separate!" said the warden, and as he walked off with the mother he mumbled: "Don't cry! They'll let him out; they'll let everybody out.

It's too crowded here." At home the mother told the Little Russian of her conversation with Pavel, and her face wore a broad smile.
"I told him! Yes, indeed! And cleverly, too.

He understood!" and, heaving a melancholy sigh: "Oh, yes, he understood; otherwise he wouldn't have been so tender and affectionate.

He has never been that way before." "Oh, mother!" the Little Russian laughed.