I ran down near the club of trade unions and stopped on the hill. A party was driven from mine #7/9, convicts were going to camp #11. Gray, impersonal crowd of dejected ghosts was moving past. Suddenly a stone wrapped in a piece of paper hit my felt boot. I put my foot on it and picked up after the party passed. Five hundred roubles were wrapped in a note written with a pencil. It read, «M. told to pass you the money and the blessing of his mother. Let God send you happiness and your mother - a well-heeled old age.»
About four months before Maksimuk, a timber-man, approached me. Tears were pouring down his cheeks.
«My mother is ninety years old. After they arrested me she and my son Vanya were driven out of home. While Vanya was working at the smithy they somehow survived. Now Vanya is 18 and they drafted him. Mother is almost blind but she spins flax and lives in a barn. If I had money she might pay five hundred roubles and buy ozadki - fine grain for a year. Would you please send money to my mom in this address.
«I will send. And you need not to repay.»
I transmitted by telegraph. His Mother received. Maksimuk was so happy! Soon he was transferred. How, by whom, why have you returned the money?