“This is my brother, arrived to-day from Petersburg.”
“H’m! And I have got my discharge,” said the wounded man, frowning. “Oh, how it hurts; if only it would be over quicker.”
He drew up his leg and, moving his toes still more rapidly, covered his face with his hands.
“He must be left alone,” said the Sister in a whisper, while tears filled her eyes: “he is very ill.”
While yet on the North Side the brothers had decided to go to the Fifth Bastion together, but on leaving the Nicholas Battery it was as though they had agreed not to expose themselves to needless danger, and, without mentioning the matter, they decided to go each his own way.
“Only, how will you find it, Volodya?” said the elder. “Look here! Nikolayef shall take you to the Korabelnaya, and I’ll go on alone and come to yo
