"Oh, curse it!" cried Ilya, who that moment stepped into a mud puddle.
"Keep more to the left."
"Where are we going, anyhow—to the hangman?"
"To Sidorisha."
"Where?"
"To Sidorisha. Don't you know her?"
"N—no," said Ilya, after a moment's pause, and took two or three steps onward. "It's a good long way, we're going."
"Oh!" said Pavel quietly, "I must go, I've something to do."
"Oh! don't mind me! of course, I'll come too."
"I'll tell you Ilya, though it's hard to speak of it."