Behind them was heard the voice of Sizov:
"Then give him regards from me, from Sizov. He will know. I'm Fedya Mazin's uncle."
Sasha stopped, turned around, extending her hand.
"I'm acquainted with Fedya. My name is Alexandra."
"And your patronymic?"
She looked at him and answered:
"I have no father."
"He's dead, you mean?"
"No, he's alive." Something stubborn, persistent, sounded in the girl's voice and appeared in her face. "He's a landowner, a chief of a country district. He robs the peasants and beats them. I cannot recognize him as my father."
"S-s-o-o!" Sizov was taken aback. After a pause he said, looking at the girl sidewise: