"Mother of mothers, you are a living history...."
But she only mumbled:
"Don't give..
"But what is to be done?"
"Don't give..."
"But they want to drown me—to plunder me."
"Don't give..."
"But should I give full play to my desire not to let the Governor know?"
"Don't give..."
He obeyed the voice of this living history, and sent in the name of his greatgrandmother a telegram containing an irresistible appeal. Then he went out to the peasants and informed them: