Vasily, he felt a momentary anguish, asking himself: "But whence does he look? whence does he speak?" In a tone of deep tenderness, he said:
"Vasily, do you hear? I love you much!"
"And I too, I love you much!" replied a tongue that moved painfully.
Suddenly Musya seized Werner by the arm, and, expressing her astonishment forcibly, like an actress on the stage, she said:
"Werner, what is the matter with you? You said: 'I love you'? You never said that to anyone before. And why is your face so sparkling and your voice so tender? What is it? What is it?"
And Werner, also in the manner of an actor dwelling upon his words, answered, as he pressed the young girl's hand:
"Yes, I love, now! Do not tell the others. I am ashamed of it, but I love my brothers passionately!"
Their eyes met and burst into flame: everything about them became extinct, just as all other lights pale in the fugitive flash of the lightning.
"Yes!" said Musya. "Yes, Werner!"
"Yes!" he answered. "Yes, Musya, yes!"
They had understood something and ratified it forever. With sparkling eyes and quick steps, Werner moved on again in the direction of Sergey.
"Sergey!"
But it was Tonya Kovalchuk that answered. Full of