thievery, for murder, jurymen do the trying. They're common
people, peasants, merchants, if you please; but for going against the
authorities you're tried by the authorities. How's that?"

"Konstantin! Why are they against the authorities? Ah, you! They----"

"No, wait! Fedor Mazin said the truth. If you insult me, and I land
you one on your jaw, and you try me for it, of course I'm going to turn
out guilty. But the first offender--who was it? You? Of course, you!"

The watchman, a gray man with a hooked nose and medals on his chest,
pushed the crowd apart, and said to Bukin, shaking his finger at him:

"Hey! don't shout! Don't you know where you are? Do you think this is
a saloon?"

"Permit me, my cavalier, I know where I am. Listen! If I strike you
and you me, and I go and try you, what would you think?"

"And I'll order you out," said the watchman sternly.

"Where to? What for?"

"Into the street, so that you shan't bawl."

"The chief thing for them is that people should keep their mouths shut."

"And what do you think?" the old man bawled. Bukin threw out his
hands, and again measuring the public with his eyes, began to speak in
a lower voice:

"And again--why are the people not permitted to be at the trial, but
only the relatives? If you judge righteously, then judge in front of
everybody. What is there to be afraid of?"

Samoylov repeated, but this time in a louder tone:

"The trial is not altogether just, that's true."

The mother wanted to say to him that she had heard from Nikolay of the
dishonesty of the court; but she had not wholly comprehended Nikolay,
and had forgotten some of his words. While trying to recall them she
moved aside from the people, and noticed that somebody was looking at
her--a young man with a light mustache. He held his right hand in the
pocket of his trousers, which made his left shoulder seem lower than
the right, and this peculiarity of his figure seemed familiar to the
mother. But he turned from her, and she again lost herself in the
endeavor to recollect, and forgot about him immediately. In a minute,
however, her ear was caught by the low question:

"This woman on the left?"

And somebody in a louder voice cheerfully answered:

"Yes."

She looked around. The man with the uneven shoulders stood sidewise
toward her, and said something to his neighbor, a black-bearded fellow
with a short overcoat and boots up to his knees.

Again her memor