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　　For several seconds while the young man was taking his place on the step the silence continued. Only among the back rows of the people, who were all pressing toward the one spot, could sighs, groans, and the shuffling of feet be heard.
　　While waiting for the young man to take his place on the step Rostopchin stood frowning and rubbing his face with his hand.
　　"Lads!" said he, with a metallic ring in his voice. "This man, Vereshchagin, is the scoundrel by whose doing Moscow is perishing."
　　The young man in the fur-lined coat, stooping a little, stood in a submissive attitude, his fingers clasped before him. His [link widoczny dla zalogowanych]ciated young face, disfigured by the half-shaven head [link widoczny dla zalogowanych], hung down hopelessly. At the count's first words he raised it slowly and looked up at him as if wishing to say something or at least to meet his eye. But Rostopchin did not look at him. A vein in the young man's long thin neck swelled like a cord and went blue behind the ear, and suddenly his face flushed.
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