I looked at Ivan. He was standing and gazing down thoughtfully.
"What did you say?" I asked.
"You read many books in prison."
"Is that all?"
"Isn't that enough?"
There were several lies that were rotting within me, and shameful questions shot up with piercing sparks. The night was cold, but I burned.
"I am going with you."
"You must not," Ivan said sternly. "They will certainly arrest you. This whole trouble began on account of your speech."
"How?"
"A priest in Verkhotour gave it away."