A boy dropped his bolt and flung his arms up, "Look, Mother! It's our young lady!"
[I was taken aback and at first didn't even recognise Perzhovskaya from the village of Okolina and her son Tolik. Inquiries and recitations started... Here we bethought that we should get home before the light fails. I learned that after her husband had been separated from them they got no news from him or anyone who were arrested back in Floreshty under the fraudulent pretext of sending them ahead to build homes.]