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Pjorda Ivanovich's Funeral
Ivan Iliyich's schoolboy son, who was extremely like his father. Pjorda Ivanovich nodded to him and entered the death chamber. The service began, candles, groans, incense, tears, and sobs. He did not look once at the dead man or yield to any depressing influence. Gerasim darted out of the aunty room, rummaged with his strong hands among the fur coats to find PjordA Ivanovich's and helped him on with it. It's a sad affair, isn't it? It's God's will. We shall all come to it someday," he said.