"Jakov is here! his father thrashed him—and now you here too! Been here long?" Then he added compassionately: "Ah, brother, how changed you look!"
Pavel sighed, his lips twitched and his eyes looked strangely dull. He hung his head as though guilty, and repeated hoarsely: "Changed? Oh yes."
"What's the matter?" asked Lunev sympathetically.
"Matter? You can guess, surely."
Pavel glanced at Ilya's face, and then let his head fall again.
"Not Vyera?"
"Who else?" answered Pavel gloomily.
Ilya shook his head, was silent a moment, then said bitterly:
"It's our fate, who knows when my turn'll come?"
Pavel smiled sadly, then came closer and looking confidingly in Ilya's face, he said: