"Why--don't they admit us yet?" asked Nekhludoff.

"The service is going on. When the mass is over, you'll be

Nekhludoff stepped aside from the waiting crowd. A man in

tattered clothes, crumpled hat, with bare feet and red stripes

all over his face, detached himself from the crowd, and turned

"Now, then, where are you going?" shouted the sentinel with the

"And you hold your row," answered the tramp, not in the least

abashed by the sentinel's words, and turned back. "Well, if