in a serious and offended tone. And, after a moment's reflection, the comrades declared, in a tone quite as serious:
"It is you who are an ass. You show it in your voice!"
And, as is sometimes the case with worthy people, they loved him perhaps more for his eccentricities than for his virtues.
He thought so little of death, he feared it so little, that on the fatal morning, before leaving the dwelling of Tanya Kovalchuk, he alone had breakfasted with appetite, as usual. He had taken two glasses of tea, and eaten a whole two-cent loaf. Then, looking with sadness at Werner's untouched bread, he said to him:
"Why don't you eat? Eat; it is necessary to get strength!"
"I am not hungry."
"Well, I will eat your bread! Shall I?"
"What an appetite you have, Sergey!"
By way of reply, Sergey, with his mouth full, began to sing, in a false and hollow voice:
"A hostile wind is blowing o'er our heads."
After the arrest Sergey had a moment of sadness; the plot had been badly planned. But he said to himself: "Now there is something else that must be done well: to die." And his gaiety returned. On his second day in the fortress he began gymnastic exercises, according to the extremely rational system of a German named Müller, which interested him much. He undressed himself completely; and, to the amazement of the anxious sentinel, he went carefully through the eighteen prescribed exercises.
