"Don't go out! Don't go out!"
"Rubbish!"
Victorushka, who was also dressed, teased them all.
"I know what has happened."
When the brothers went out into the street the women, having sent me to get the samovar ready, rushed to the window. But the master rang the street door-bell almost directly, ran up the steps silently, shut the door, and said thickly:
"The Czar has been murdered!"
"How murdered?" exclaimed the old lady.
"He has been murdered. An officer told me so. What will happen now?"
Victorushka rang, and as he unwillingly took off his coat said angrily:
"And I thought it was war!"