And behind you--just turn around! There goes
Sophya Pavlovna. The town pays its respects to Ignat."
At first Foma did not listen to his godfather's whisper, but when
he mentioned Medinskaya, he involuntarily looked back and noticed
the governor. A little drop of something pleasant fell into his
heart at the sight of this important personage, with a bright
ribbon across his shoulder, with orders on his breast, pacing after
the coffin, an expression of sorrow on his stern countenance.
Blessed is the road where this soul goeth today," Yakov Tarasovich
hummed softly, moving his nose, and he again whispered in his
godson's ear:
"Seventy-five thousand roubles is such a sum that you can demand
so many escorts for it. Have you heard that Sonka is making
arrangements for the laying of the corner-stone on the fifteenth?
Just forty days after the death of your father."
Foma again turned back, and his eyes met the eyes of Medinskaya.
He heaved a deep sigh at her caressing glance, and felt relieved
at once, as if a warm ray of light penetrated his soul and
something melted there.
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