got married at the kolkhoze,” Kostia answered. “I “She is . . His two hands began a gesture intended to express enthusiasm. But they remained suspended for a fraction of a second, then dropped inertly. Even as he spoke, Kostia’s eyes had fallen on Romachkin’s long, feeble hand, spread out on a page of a newspaper. The middle finger seemed to be pointing to an impossible paragraph: The case of the assassins of Comrade Tulayev, member of the C.C. Having confessed that they were guilty ... Erchov, Makeyev, Rublev . . . have been executed . . . is she like, Kostia?” “What Kostia’s eyes narrowed. you remember the revolver, Romachkin?” “Do
“I got married at the kolkhoze,” Kostia answered. “She is . . His two hands began a gesture intended to express enthusiasm. But they remained suspended for a fraction of a second, then dropped inertly. Even as he spoke, Kostia’s eyes had fallen on Romachkin’s long, feeble hand, spread out on a page of a newspaper. The middle finger seemed to be pointing to an impossible paragraph: The case of the assassins of Comrade Tulayev, member of the C.C. Having confessed that they were guilty ... Erchov, Makeyev, Rublev . . . have been executed . . . “What is she like, Kostia?” Kostia’s eyes narrowed. “Do you remember the revolver, Romachkin?”