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That
night, when Aksionov was lying on his bed and just beginning to sleep, someone
came quietly and sat down on his bed. He peered(看)
through the darkness and recognized Makar.
"What
more do you want of me?" asked Aksionov. "Why have you come
here?"
Makar
Semyonovich was silent. So Aksionov sat up and said, "What do you want? Go
away, or I will call the guard!"
Makar
Semyonovich bent close over Aksionov, and whispered, "Ivan Dmitrich
forgive me!"
"What
for?" asked Aksionov.
"It
was I who killed the merchant and hid the knife among your things. I meant to
kill you, too, but I heard a noise outside, so I hid the knife in your bag and
escaped out of the window."
Aksionov
was silent, and didn't know what to say. Makar Semyonovich slid off the
bed-shelf and knelt upon the ground. "Ivan Dmitrich" he said, "forgive
me! I will confess that it was I who killed the merchant, and you will be
released and can go to your home."
"It
is easy for you to talk," said Aksionov "but I have suffered for you
these twenty-six years. Where could I go now?... My wife is dead, and my
children have forgotten me. I have nowhere to go..."
Makar
Semyonovich did not rise, but beat his head on the floor. "Ivan Dmitrich,
forgive me!" he cried. "When they flogged(鞭打) me with the knot, it was not so hard to bear as it is to see you
now... yet you had pity on me and did not tell. Forgive me, devil that I
am!" And he began to sob.
When
Aksionov heard him sobbing, he too, began to weep. "I will forgive
you!" he said. "Maybe I am a hundred times worse than you." And
at these words his heart grew light, and the longing for home left him. He no
longer had any desire to leave the prison, but only hoped for his last hour to
come.
In
spite of what Aksionov had said, Makar Semyonovich confessed his guilt. But
when the order for his release came, Aksionov was already dead.