«‘What is it, Emelyanoushka?’ I asked.
«‘Sell my coat when I die, and don’t bury me in it. I can lie as well without it; and it’s a thing of some value—it might come in useful.’
«I can’t tell you how it made my heart ache to hear him. I saw that the death agony was coming on him. We were silent again for a bit. So an hour passed by. I looked at him again: he was still staring at me, and when he met my eyes he looked down again.
«‘Do you want some water to drink, Emelyan Ilyitch?’ I asked.
«‘Give me some, God bless you, Astafy Ivanovitch.’
«I gave him a drink.
«‘Thank you, Astafy Ivanovitch,’ said he.
«‘Is there anything else you would like, Emelyanoushka?’
«‘No, Astafy Ivanovitch, there’s nothing I want, but I—sort of——’
«‘What?’
«‘I only——’
«‘What is it, Emelyanoushka?’
«‘Those riding breeches——it was——sort of——I who took them——Astafy Ivanovitch.’
«‘Well, God forgive you, Emelyanoushka,’ said I, ‘you poor, sorrowful creature. Depart in peace.’
«And I was choking myself, sir, and the tears were in my eyes. I turned aside for a moment.
«‘Astafy Ivanovitch——’
«I saw Emelyanoushka wanted to tell me something; he was trying to sit up, trying to speak, and mumbling something. He flushed red all over suddenly, looked at me … then I saw him turn white again, whiter and whiter, and he seemed to sink away all in a minute. His head fell back, he drew one breath and gave up his soul to God.»
