It's a good deed to kill such a villain but... To launch a blow from behind one should be a murderer. Devil, Khokhrin's guardian, put him wise to sit with his back to the entrance. I stood behind him. I didn't see his eyes, foggy like a corpse's. I am not a murderer! I couldn't launch a blow...
[I am in the hut. But I won't stay here! I will die, it's inevitable, but not in front of Khokhrin's eyes! In feverish haste I raked all my belongings into the backpack, rolled the blanket and attached it to the top. Then I put on the second quilted jacket, cap, mittens, pushed into the pockets all the farewell gifts including candles and five-kopeck coins the women gave me, came up to the doorstep and looked back with satisfaction to see the empty plank-bed! As if I have never been there!  Thank God, I will never be!]