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  Aksyónofdidnotreply,butonlylookeddowncast。

  Thenhiswifesaid,’ItwasnotfornothingIdreamtyourhairhadturnedgrey。Youremember?Youshouldnothavestartedthatday。’Andpassingherfingersthroughhishair,shesaid:’Ványadearest,tellyourwifethetruth;wasitnotyouwhodidit?’

  ’Soyou,too,suspectme!’saidAksyónof,andhidinghisfaceinhishands,hebegantoweep。Thenasoldiercametosaythatthewifeandchildrenmustgoaway;andAksyónofsaidgood-byetohisfamilyforthelasttime。

  Whentheyweregone,Aksyónofrecalledwhathadbeensaid,andwhenherememberedthathiswifealsohadsuspectedhim,hesaidtohimself,’ItseemsthatonlyGodcanknowthetruth,itistoHimalonewemustappeal,andfromHimaloneexpectmercy。’

  AndAksyónofwrotenomorepetitions;gaveupallhope,andonlyprayedtoGod。

  Aksyónofwascondemnedtobefloggedandsenttothemines。Sohewasfloggedwithaknout,andwhenthewoundsmadebytheknoutwerehealed,hewasdriventoSiberiawithotherconvicts。

  Fortwenty-sixyearsAksyónoflivedasaconvictinSiberia。

  Hishairturnedwhiteassnowandhisbeardgrewlong,thin,andgrey。Allhismirthwent;hestooped;hewalkedslowly,spokelittle,andneverlaughed,butheoftenprayed。

  InprisonAksyónoflearnttomakeboots,andearnedalittlemoney,withwhichheboughtTheLivesoftheSaints。Hereadthisbookwhentherewaslightenoughintheprison;andonSundaysintheprison-churchhereadthelessonsandsanginthechoir;forhisvoicewasstillgood。

  TheprisonauthoritieslikedAksyónofforhismeekness,andhisfellow-prisonersrespectedhim:theycalledhim’Grandfather,’

  and’TheSaint。’Whentheywantedtopetitiontheprisonauthoritiesaboutanything,theyalwaysmadeAksyónoftheirspokesman,andwhentherewerequarrelsamongtheprisonerstheycametohimtoputthingsright,andtojudgethematter。

  NonewsreachedAksyónoffromhishome,andhedidnotevenknowifhiswifeandchildrenwerestillalive。

  Onedayafreshgangofconvictscametotheprison。Intheeveningtheoldprisonerscollectedroundthenewonesandaskedthemwhattownsorvillagestheycamefrom,andwhattheyweresentencedfor。AmongtherestAksyónofsatdownnearthenew-comers,andlistenedwithdowncastairtowhatwassaid。

  Oneofthenewconvicts,atall,strongmanofsixty,withaclosely-croppedgreybeard,wastellingtheotherswhathehadbeenarrestedfor。

  ’Well,friends,’hesaid,’Ionlytookahorsethatwastiedtoasledge,andIwasarrestedandaccusedofstealing。IsaidIhadonlytakenittogethomequicker,andhadthenletitgo;besides,thedriverwasapersonalfriendofmine。SoIsaid,“It’sallright。““No,“saidthey,“youstoleit。“ButhoworwhereIstoleittheycouldnotsay。Ioncereallydidsomethingwrong,andoughtbyrightstohavecomeherelongago,butthattimeIwasnotfoundout。NowIhavebeensentherefornothingatall……

  Eh,butit’sliesI’mtellingyou;I’vebeentoSiberiabefore,butIdidnotstaylong。’

  ’Whereareyoufrom?’askedsomeone。

  ’FromVladímir。Myfamilyareofthattown。MynameisMakár,andtheyalsocallmeSemyónitch。’

  Aksyónofraisedhisheadandsaid:’Tellme,Semyónitch,doyouknowanythingofthemerchantsAksyónof,ofVladímir?

  Aretheystillalive?’

  ’Knowthem?OfcourseIdo。TheAksyónofsarerich,thoughtheirfatherisinSiberia:asinnerlikeourselves,itseems!Asforyou,Gran’dad,howdidyoucomehere?’

  Aksyónofdidnotliketospeakofhismisfortune。Heonlysighed,andsaid,’FormysinsIhavebeeninprisonthesetwenty-sixyears。’

  ’Whatsins?’askedMakárSemyónitch。

  ButAksyónofonlysaid,’Well,well——Imusthavedeservedit!’

  Hewouldhavesaidnomore,buthiscompanionstoldthenew-comerhowAksyónofcametobeinSiberia:howsomeonehadkilledamerchantandhadputaknifeamongAksyónof’sthings,andAksyónofhadbeenunjustlycondemned。

  WhenMakárSemyónitchheardthis,helookedatAksyónof,slappedhisownknee,andexclaimed,’Wellthisiswonderful!

  Reallywonderful!Buthowoldyou’vegrown,Gran’dad!’

  Theothersaskedhimwhyhewassosurprised,andwherehehadseenAksyónofbefore;butMakárSemyónitchdidnotreply。

  Heonlysaid:’It’swonderfulthatweshouldmeethere,lads!’

  ThesewordsmadeAksyónofwonderwhetherthismanknewwhohadkilledthemerchant;sohesaid’Perhaps,Semyónitch,youhaveheardofthataffairormaybeyou’veseenmebefore?’

  ’HowcouldIhelphearing?Theworld’sfullofrumours。Butit’slongago,andI’veforgottenwhatIheard。’

  ’Perhapsyouheardwhokilledthemerchant?’askedAksyónof。

  MakárSemyónitchlaughed,andreplied,’Itmusthavebeenhiminwhosebagtheknifewasfound!Ifsomeoneelsehidtheknifethere,“He’snotathieftillhe’scaught,“asthesayingis。

  Howcouldanyoneputaknifeintoyourbagwhileitwasunderyourhead?Itwouldsurelyhavewokeyouup?’

  WhenAksyónofheardthesewords,hefeltsurethiswasthemanwhohadkilledthemerchant。Heroseandwentaway。AllthatnightAksyónoflayawake。

  Hefeltterriblyunhappy,andallsortsofimagesroseinhismind。

  Therewastheimageofhiswifeasshewaswhenhepartedfromhertogotothefair。Hesawherasifshewerepresent;herfaceandhereyesrosebeforehim;heheardherspeakandlaugh。Thenhesawhischildren,quitelittle,astheywereatthattime:onewithalittlecloakon,anotherathismother’sbreast。

  Andthenherememberedhimselfasheusedtobe——youngandmerry。

  Herememberedhowhesatplayingtheguitarintheporchoftheinnwherehewasarrested,andhowfreefromcarehehadbeen。Hesaw,inhismind,theplacewherehewasflogged,theexecutioner,andthepeoplestandingaround;thechains,theconvicts,allthetwenty-sixyearsofhisprisonlife,andhisprematureoldage。Thethoughtofitallmadehimsowretchedthathewasreadytokillhimself。

  ’Andit’sallthatvillain’sdoing!’thoughtAksyónof。AndhisangerwassogreatagainstMakárSemyónitchthathelongedforvengeance,evenifhehimselfshouldperishforit。Hekeptrepeatingprayersallnight,butcouldgetnopeace。DuringthedayhedidnotgonearMakárSemyónitch,norevenlookathim。

  Afortnightpassedinthisway。Aksyónofcouldnotsleepatnights,andwassomiserablethathedidnotknowwhattodo。

  Onenightashewaswalkingabouttheprisonhenoticedsomeearththatcamerollingoutfromunderoneoftheshelvesonwhichtheprisonersslept。Hestoppedtoseewhatitwas。SuddenlyMakárSemyónitchcreptoutfromundertheshelf,andlookedupatAksyónofwithfrightenedface。Aksyónoftriedtopasswithoutlookingathim,butMakárseizedhishandandtoldhimthathehaddugaholeunderthewall,gettingridoftheearthbyputtingitintohishigh-boots,andemptyingitouteverydayontheroadwhentheprisonersweredriventotheirwork。

  ’Justyoukeepquiet,oldman,andyoushallgetouttoo。Ifyoublabthey’llflogthelifeoutofme,butIwillkillyoufirst。’

  Aksyónoftrembledwithangerashelookedathisenemy。Hedrewhishandaway,saying,’Ihavenowishtoescape,andyouhavenoneedtokillme;youkilledmelongago!Astotellingofyou——Imaydosoornot,asGodshalldirect。’

  Nextday,whentheconvictswereledouttowork,theconvoysoldiersnoticedthatoneorotheroftheprisonersemptiedsomeearthoutofhisboots。Theprisonwassearched,andthetunnelfound。

  TheGovernorcameandquestionedalltheprisonerstofindoutwhohaddugthehole。Theyalldeniedanyknowledgeofit。

  Thosewhoknew,wouldnotbetrayMakárSemyónitch,knowinghewouldbefloggedalmosttodeath。AtlasttheGovernorturnedtoAksyónof,whomheknewtobeajustman,andsaid:

  ’Youareatruthfuloldman;tellme,beforeGod,whodugthehole?’

  MakárSemyónitchstoodasifhewerequiteunconcerned,lookingattheGovernorandnotsomuchasglancingatAksyónof。

  Aksyónof’slipsandhandstrembled,andforalongtimehecouldnotutteraword。Hethought,’WhyshouldIscreenhimwhoruinedmylife?LethimpayforwhatIhavesuffered。ButifItell,theywillprobablyflogthelifeoutofhimandmaybeIsuspecthimwrongly。And,afterall,whatgoodwoulditbetome?’

  ’Well,oldman,’repeatedtheGovernor,’tellusthetruth:whohasbeendiggingunderthewall?’

  AksyónofglancedatMakárSemyónitch,andsaid’Icannotsay,yourhonour。ItisnotGod’swillthatIshouldtell!Dowhatyoulikewithme;Iaminyourhands。’

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