| PART 7
Chapter 19
 (continued)But when Stepan Arkadyevitch, going out after him, saw him on the
 stairs, and calling to him, asked him how he spent his playtime
 at school, Seryozha talked more freely to him away from his
 father's presence. "We have a railway now," he said in answer to his uncle's
 question.  "It's like this, do you see: two sit on a bench--
 they're the passengers; and one stands up straight on the bench.
 And all are harnessed to it by their arms or by their belts, and
 they run through all the rooms--the doors are left open
 beforehand.  Well, and it's pretty hard work being the
 conductor!" "That's the one that stands?" Stepan Arkadyevitch inquired,
 smiling. "Yes, you want pluck for it, and cleverness too, especially when
 they stop all of a sudden, or someone falls down." "Yes, that must be a serious matter," said Stepan Arkadyevitch,
 watching with mournful interest the eager eyes, like his
 mother's; not childish now--no longer fully innocent.  And though
 he had promised Alexey Alexandrovitch not to speak of Anna, he
 could not restrain himself. "Do you remember your mother?" he asked suddenly. "No, I don't," Seryozha said quickly.  He blushed crimson, and
 his face clouded over.  And his uncle could get nothing more out
 of him.  His tutor found his pupil on the staircase half an hour
 later, and for a long while he could not make out whether he was
 ill-tempered or crying. "What is it? I expect you hurt yourself when you fell down?"
 said the tutor.  "I told you it was a dangerous game.  And we
 shall have to speak to the director." "If I had hurt myself, nobody should have found it out, that's
 certain." "Well, what is it, then?" "Leave me alone!  If I remember, or if I don't remember?...what
 business is it of his?  Why should I remember?  Leave me in
 peace!" he said, addressing not his tutor, but the whole world. |