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< p > Father looked at mother severely, reproachfully, and Maxim was unusually silent, but his face seemed radiant, an unwonted brilliancy in his eye.

At night, alone with me in the dormitory, he rushed to my bed, knelt at my side, and threw his arms around me and kissed me, and cried, and kissed me.

His wildness frightened me.

" What is it, Maximotchka?

" I breathed softly.

He ran up and down the room, kissing me and murmuring, " Glorious, glorious!

Victory!

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