s that Fedor? He
says they don't understand anything; they're savages."

The feeling of wrong grew, and passed into revolt. Along with the
quick, loud voice of the lawyer, time also passed more quickly.

"A live, strong man having in his breast a sensitive, honest heart
cannot help rebelling with all his force against this life so full of
open cynicism, corruption, falsehood, and so blunted by vapidity. The
eyes of honest people cannot help seeing such glaring
contradictions----"

The judge with the green face bent toward the president and whispered
something to him; then the old man said dryly:

"Please be more careful!"

"Ha!" Sizov exclaimed softly.

"Are they judging?" thought the mother, and the word seemed hollow and
empty as an earthen vessel. It seemed to make sport of her fear of the
terrible.

"They're a sort of dead body," she answered the old man.

"Don't fear; they're livening up."

She looked at them, and she actually saw something like a shadow of
uneasiness on the faces of the judges. Another man was already
speaking, a little lawyer with a sharp, pale, satiric face. He spoke
very respectfully:

"With all due respect, I permit myself to call the attention of the
court to the solid manner of the honorable prosecuting attorney, to the
conduct of the safety department, or, as such people are called in
common parlance, spies----"

The judge with the green face again began to whisper something to the
president. The prosecuting attorney jumped up. The lawyer continued
without changing his voice:

"The spy Gyman tells us about the witness: 'I frightened him.' The
prosecuting attorney also, as the court has heard, frightened
witnesses; as a result of which act, at the insistence of the defense,
he called forth a rebuke from the presiding judge."

The prosecuting attorney began to speak quickly and angrily; the old
judge followed suit; the lawyer listened to them respectfully,
inclining his head. Then he said:

"I can even change the position of my words if the prosecuting attorney
deems it is not in the right place; but that will not change the plan
of my defense. However, I cannot understand the excitement of the
prosecuting attorney."

"Go for him!" said Sizov. "Go for him, tooth and nail! Pick him open
down to his soul, wherever that may be!"

The hall became animated; a fighting passion flared up; the defense
attacked from all sides, provoking and disturbing the judges, drivi