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"My sweet, my little one!" said Anna, and she cried as weakly and childishly as he.

At that moment the door opened.

Vassily Lukitch came in.

At the other door there was the sound of steps, and the nurse in a scared whisper said, "He's coming," and gave Anna her hat.

Seryozha sank onto the bed and sobbed, hiding his face in his hands.

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