He has inspected all of them on-turn, as though in addition rebuffing, and has then told spokojno: - So. And now - quickly
and without lies - that has still befallen? What all of you from me hide? An instant - and they have again become the different.
Now all of them have been confused and have appeared in awkwardness, and in this condition of confusion-awkwardness
they were very unlike. Here they were already - everyone in itself.
- Nicolas... - prokrjahtel at last, still without looking in eyes, Kuzma Ivanych. Probably, has solved (and it is absolutely fair) that
on a post it is necessary to speak to it. However, he there and then also has become silent.
- So, Nicolas. Very well. Well also what - Nicolas? That are you rumpled? That has he still done, this traitor? This gangster...
Well? However Kuzma Ivanovich has not accepted such tone. It again zakrjahtel, almost even it is plaintive, and has made
the unfortunate person as if at it has suddenly taken a tooth.
And then he - has understood.
- Lie, - he has told, overcoming an instant asthma.
- However, Stanislav Zinovevich.
Strange, but he has felt nothing. Emptiness any has arisen inside, and has become chilly. And after all I, perhaps, waited for
it, he has thought as about something the stranger. And can be, even wanted? Meanness... Meanness! - when? - He has
asked with a great effort. All it was already unimportant now.
- Today. More truly, yesterday. In ten evenings.
- How? - A stroke.
- What?! - a stroke.
- Nonsense! - he has told. - whence at you data? Kuzma Ivanych has answered something - something in the sense that
data absolutely reliable, but he already any more did not listen to it.
"... Only do not kill him... Please... After all you have offended him.
Here is how they all looked at me, he has thought. I have imagined that they (look furtively, long eyes, do not sob almost)
look with sympathy, regretfully, dejectedly and compassionately. Anything similar. With admiration they looked at me - with
cautious admiration, being proud and being terrified, shy and joyfully, with the greedy scared curiosity, with amazement and
simplification, - because with simplification that all, thank God, has already come to an end and now behind... So, probably,
urki furtively look at the pahana, just zaporovshego the next contender......