He Boge and Wei Taiqiang took their e-sports players to hunt because they knew it. If they don't hunt themselves, they will feel stupid.

In the eyes of these people, if they stay in Internet cafes and houses any longer, if they only play e-sports, they will go crazy.

So, these people started hunting, and these people wondered how to tell witticisms and how to make people happy.

Tu Tuqiao also violated these people, although that Tu Tuqiao let others only play e-sports, he himself will change his tricks to relax.

He couldn't make up his mind, but I had to get him down. Nastasya brought a glass of vinegar, and I took it and put a towel soaked in it and put it on his head. Then Nastasya stood on a handful of hammers and lit a lamp in front of the icon in the corner. I noticed this with amazement; I had never seen such a magic lamp before, but now it suddenly appeared.

"As soon as they're gone, I'll set it up," Stepan Trofimovich said, giving me a sly look, and muttering, "as long as you have such a thing in your room, and when they come to arrest you, it will make an impression on them, and they will report it and say they saw it......"

Nastasya lit the lamp and stood in the doorway, resting her right hand on her cheek, and began to look at him with a sad expression.

"You'll have to find an excuse to break her apart," he nodded to me from the couch, "I can't stand this Russian pity, and secondly, it annoys me." ”

But she walked away on her own. I noticed that he had been watching the door cautiously and listening to the movement in the hall.

"You see, you can't help but be prepared," he said, glancing meaningfully at me, "all the time...... They're all going to come and arrest someone, drink one - and one person will be missing! ”

"Oh my God! Who will come? Who will catch you? ”

"You see, my dear, I asked him bluntly as he left: What will they do to me now?"

"You might as well ask and they'll send you in

"What a 'forgiveness'! Where do you start? What did you do? Believe me, you really did nothing! ”

What do you mean by that? I've been ...... all my life My dear...... They will remember everything...... It's even worse if they get nothing," he added suddenly, unexpectedly.

"What's worse?"

"It's going to be worse."

"I don't understand."

"It all started in Petersburg, where she and I wanted to set up a publication. The roots are here. We slipped away and they forgot about us, but now they remember. Honey, dear, don't you know! "They will come and arrest us, send us to Siberia in a wagon with a caravan, or leave us in a prison cell......"

He burst into tears, tears rolling down his eyes. He covered his eyes with his red silk handkerchief and wept profusely, sobbing for five or six minutes. I was tense. This man has been our prophet, our preacher, our teacher, our elder, for twenty years, a Kukolynik who has behaved so sublime and solemn before all of us, to whom we have bowed so fervently and with great pride,—— but now he suddenly began to weep like a little urchin waiting for the teacher to fetch a tree and beat him. I couldn't help but feel very pitiful for him. He apparently believed that he would be carried away by the "covered carriage", just as he believed that I was sitting beside him, and that morning, at this very moment, he was waiting for the carriage to arrive, all thanks to Herzen's writings and a long poem of his own! This utter ignorance of everyday life is both touching and a little disgusting. ’

Finally he stopped crying, got up from the couch, and began pacing the room again, continuing to talk to me, but not ceasingly looking at the window and listening to the movement in the hall. Our conversations are still disjointed. All my words of enlightenment and comfort to him did not work in the slightest. He doesn't listen to me much, but he still needs me to comfort him, and that's why he keeps talking. I could see that he couldn't live without me now, that he would never let me leave him—I had to stay and stay with him for more than two hours. During the conversation, he recalled that Blyum had taken two leaflets that he had found there.

"Flyer!" I was confused for a moment, and I exclaimed, "Don't you ......?"

"Well, I don't know who secretly put ten copies with me," he replied with frustration (and when he spoke to me, sometimes with frustration and pride, sometimes with great sorrow and resignation), "but I have dealt with eight, and Blyum has only received two......" he suddenly blushed with anger.

"You're confusing me with these villains! Do you think I'm going to hang out with these ruffians, these anonymous slanderers, my son Pyotr Stepanovich, these lewd guys! Oh my! ”

"Ah, they can't mistake you for someone else...... But this is nonsense, this is impossible! I pointed out.

"You know," he blurted out, "I always feel like I'm going to make a scandal there." Ah, don't go, don't leave me alone! The path of my life is over today and I feel it. I, you know, I might pounce on someone there and bite him, like the second lieutenant......"

He gave me a strange look—one that was horrified, and at the same time seemed to want me to be terrified. As time went by and the "covered carriage" never appeared, his resentment of who and what did he do grew stronger; He was even angry. Nastasya came from the kitchen to the hall for something, and suddenly knocked down the hanger there. Stepan Trofimovich shivered and looked pale in his seat; But when he realized what was going on, he almost screamed at Nastasya and stomped her feet back to the kitchen. After a while, he looked at me in despair and said:

"I'm done! "My dear," he sat down beside me, staring pitifully into my eyes, "my dear, I'm not afraid of Siberia, I swear to you, I swear to you (tears even oozed from his eyes), I'm afraid of something else......"

I could already guess from the look on his face that he finally wanted to tell me something very important that had been held in his heart so far and had not been told to me.

"I'm afraid of embarrassment," he muttered mysteriously.

(End of chapter)