The Little Russian bent his head down toward him, and said in a broken, mournful voice: "I didn't want to do it, you know, Pavel.

It happened when you walked ahead, and I remained behind with Ivan Gusev.

Isay came from around a corner and stopped to look at us, and smiled at us.

Ivan walked off home, and I went on toward the factory--Isay at my side!" Andrey stopped, heaved a deep sigh, and continued: "No one ever insulted me in such an ugly way as that dog!" The mother pulled the Little Russian by the hand toward the table, gave him a shove, and finally succeeded in seating him on a chair.

She sat down at his side close to him, shoulder to shoulder.