joy, almost weeping with maternal pride, she pulled Sergey violently by the sleeve.
"Just listen, Werner! I weep on his account. I torment myself, and he, he does gymnastics!"
"The Müller system?" asked Werner, with a smile.
Sergey, somewhat confused, knit his brows.
"You do wrong to laugh, Werner! I have absolutely convinced myself . . ."
Everybody began to laugh. Gaining strength and firmness from their mutual communion, they gradually became again what they used to be; they did not notice it, and thought that they were always the same. Suddenly Werner stopped laughing; with perfect gravity he said to Sergey:
"You are right, Sergey! You are perfectly right!"
"Understand this then!" rejoined Sergey, satisfied. "Of course we . . ."
Just then they were asked to get into the vehicles. The officials even had the amiability to allow them to place themselves in their own fashion, in pairs. In general, they were very amiable with them, even too much so; were they trying to give evidence of a little humanity, or to show that they were not responsible for what was taking place and that everything was happening of itself? It is impossible to say, but all those taking part were pale.
"Go with him, Musya!" said Werner, pointing the young girl to Vasily, who stood motionless.
"I understand!" she answered, nodding her head. "And you?"
