"All."
"Thank you."
The man walked away.
"You see," said Sizov. "They inquire."
Suddenly they were surrounded by about ten men, youths, and girls, and explanations rained down, attracting still more people. The mother and Sizov stopped. They were questioned in regard to the sentence, as to how the prisoners behaved, who delivered the speeches, and what the speeches were about. All the voices rang with the same eager curiosity, sincere and warm, which aroused the desire to satisfy it.
"People! This is the mother of Pavel Vlasov!" somebody shouted, and presently all became silent.
"Permit me to shake your hand."
Somebody's firm hand pressed the mother's fingers, somebody's voice said excitedly:
"Your son will be an example of manhood for all of us."
"Long live the Russian workingman!" a resonant voice rang out.