“Go away,” said Artiom, feeling that he was about to throw up.
“He keeps talking to everyone about goodness,” he wound himself up with fitful anger, clenching his teeth with all his strength. “To every inmate here. And every one of them is an evil creature that dreams of snuggling into his own rotted-through jacket and waiting until everyone else around them dies off.”
Artiom stood there another minute, then looked around. Seeing no one there, he caught himself thinking that he had wanted to see Vladychka still standing there — why had he left? His mother wouldn’t have left? No matter how much he would have yelled at her! His mother would have still been standing there in expectation, waiting for her stupid son to call to her. A mother is kinder than God — no matter who you killed, she w
