vely--"

All began to laugh. Drawing strength and courage from one another, they
gradually regained their poise--became the same as they used to be. They
did not notice this, however, and thought that they had never changed at
all. Suddenly Werner interrupted their laughter and said to Sergey very
earnestly:

"You are right, Seryozha. You are perfectly right."

"No, but you must understand," said Golovin gladly. "Of course, we--"

But at this point they were asked to start. And their jailers were so
kind as to permit them to ride in pairs, as they pleased. Altogether
the jailers were extremely kind; even too kind. It was as if they tried
partly to show themselves humane and partly to show that they were not
there at all, but that everything was being done as by machinery. But
they were all pale.

"Musya, you go with him." Werner pointed at Vasily, who stood
motionless.

"I understand," Musya nodded. "And you?"

"I? Tanya will go with Sergey, you go with Vasya.... I will go alone.
That doesn't matter, I can do it, you know."

When they went out in the yard, the moist, soft darkness rushed warmly
and strongly against their faces, their eyes, taking their breath away,
then suddenly it penetrated their bodies tenderly and refreshingly. It
was hard to believe that this wonderful effect was produced simply by
the spring wind, the warm, moist wind. And the really wonderful
spring night was filled with the odor of melting snow, and through the
boundless space the noise of drops resounded. Hastily and frequently,
as though trying to overtake one another, little drops were falling,
striking in unison a ringing tune. Suddenly one of them would strike out
of tune and all was mingled in a merry splash in hasty confusion. Then a
large, heavy drop would strike firmly and again the fast, spring
melody resounded distinctly. And over the city, above the roofs of
the fortress, hung a pale redness in the sky reflected by the electric
lights.

"U-ach!" Sergey Golovin heaved a deep sigh and held his breath, as
though he regretted to exhale from his lungs the fine, fresh air.

"How long have you had such weather?" inquired Werner. "It's real
spring."

"It's only the second day," was the polite answer. "Before that we had
mostly frosty weather."

The dark carriages rolled over noiselessly one after another, took them
in by twos, started off into the darkness--there where the lantern was
shaking at the gate. The convoys like gra