The Mirror Page #2

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in his hand.

Oh, good heavens! Dounya!

What is it, Pasha?!

A fire! But be quiet.

He'll get it coming to him!

And what if Vitya is in there?

What if he's burned?

Where's Klanya?

What?

Dad!

- Alexei?

- Hello, ma!

What's wrong with your voice?

Nothing serious.

I guess it's just a sore throat.

I haven't spoken to anyone

for three days.

I even liked it. I think it's good

to keep silent for a while.

Words can't express everything

a person feels.

Words are flaccid.

I just dreamed of you in my sleep.

As though I were still a child...

By the way, what year was it

when dad left us?

And the fire? Remember the hay-loft

that burned down at the farm?

That was in '35 too.

All right, stop pulling the wool

over my eyes.

You know... Lisa died.

The one I worked in the printing

house with.

- Oh God... When?

- This morning, at 7.

And what time is it now?

What is now?

- Almost six.

- In the morning?

What's the matter with you?

In the evening.

Mom, why do we have to fight

all the time?

I'm sorry if I did anything wrong.

Printing-house.

Next stop:
Serpukhovskaya.

What's the rush?

Hello.

Where're the proofs

I've been reading?

I don't know. Just a minute.

Yelizaveta Pavlovna is here.

Marousia, what's wrong?

Something in yesterday's proofs?

In the Goslit edition?

Don't be so nervous!

We should look in the typesetting

case.

Nothing terrible has happened.

It's such an important edition!

Although misprints have no place

in any edition.

Shut up, you idiot.

- What happened?

- Nothing serious.

I just want to check something.

I may be wrong...

Let's start from the beginning.

I'd rather do it myself.

Everybody's rushing,

no one's got any time!

You think I'm afraid?

No, let other people

be afraid.

Some people should work,

and others should be afraid.

Well, nothing awful has happened.

If it happened, it happened.

We've been printing all night...

I waited for you since yesterday's

morning.

That you won't come they probably

guessed.

Remember what a beautiful weather

it was?

A holiday weather!

And I walked coatless.

Today you're here, and they have

arranged

An utterly gloomy and cloudy day,

It rains, and it's getting unusually

late,

The rain drops run down the cold

terrain,

Unsoothable by word, unwipable

by hand...

You see, it wasn't there, was it?

Everything is all right.

It wasn't...

That would've been a horrid mistake.

Why are you crying then?

I even saw that word typeset.

What word?

Great!

This is pure alcohol.

Not much, but it might help.

You've got all drenched up.

You look like a scarecrow!

Really, I'm all wet.

I guess I'll go and take a shower.

Where's my comb?

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