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Peters Stone
It(he) has approached to a small house, has shouted: - who is alive, leave!
Some mans in fragmentary homespun shirts have appeared. - Whose house? - Peter has strictly asked. Mans bowed, but were silent. - Great sovereign wishes to know! - one of grandees in a red caftan and answered a sabre has told. Mans silently fallen in legs.
- What you are silent? - Peter again has strictly asked. - don't be angry , great sovereign, - has made one of mans. - Can, not on your imperial soul the answer is necessary...
- Speak! - Sten'ka Razin, the ataman, for the unrestricted Nikodim's, the grandfather of mine, has put. Have wounded the grandfather when the army ataman to Simbirsk went. You want execution, you want pardon...
Peter has walked in a crane way, being mown on the muzhik and puffing a short tube, long was silent. - Leaves, the robber was kind? - tsar sharply has asked. The muzhik did not answer.
- Kind, leaves, Razin was? - has once again asked.
- Don't be angry, great sovereign, - has spoken the man. - People says that he was kind...
Peter angry has looked at retinue, on top of Bald mountain and has seen in the sky of an eagle. That smoothly soared in rich blue, and terribly sparkled on the sun, as if iron, his(its) wings.
- Tsar has turned away - the sight of it(him) was vague - and has silently gone to the river, pulling a moustache.
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