When Yevsey Klimkov was four years old, his father was shot dead by the forester; and when he was seven years old, his mother died. She died suddenly in the field at harvest time. And so strange was this that Yevsey was not even frightened by the sight of her dead body. Yevsey took a sidelong glance at the corner where his mother lay upon a bench, and answered in a low voice:…
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