wrongs done to them and move on in life. What is your take on this? Discuss. 12th - - God Sees the Truth, But Waits Page Then he made his way across to the landlord of the inn (who lived in a cottage at the back), paid his bill, and continued his journey.
When he had gone about twenty-five miles, he stopped for the horses to be fed. Aksionov rested awhile in the passage of the inn, then he stepped out into the porch , and, ordering a samovar to be heated, got out his guitar and began to play. Suddenly a troika drove up with tinkling bells and an official alighted, followed by two soldiers. He came to Aksionov and began to question him, asking him who he was and whence he came.
Aksionov answered him fully, and said, “Won’t you have some tea with me?” But the official went on cross-questioning him and asking him. “Where did you spend last night? Were you alone, or with a fellow-merchant? Did you see the other merchant this morning?
Why did you leave the inn before dawn?” Aksionov wondered why he was asked all these questions, but he described all that had happened, and then added, “Why do you cross-question me as if I were a thief or a robber? I am travelling on business of my own, and there is no need to question me.” Then the official, calling the soldiers, said, “I am the police-officer of this district, and I question you because the merchant with whom you spent last night has been found with his throat cut. We must search your things.” They entered the house. The soldiers and the police-officer unstrapped Aksionov’s luggage and searched it.
Suddenly the officer drew a knife out of a bag, crying, “Whose knife is this?” Aksionov looked, and seeing a blood-stained knife taken from his bag, he was frightened. “How is it there is blood on this knife?” Aksionov tried to answer, but could hardly utter a word, and only stammered : “I--don’t know--not mine.” Then the police-officer