Knock, Knock, Knock and Other Stories

He passed his hand over his face and with slow steps crossed the road towards the hut. But I did not want to give in so quickly and went back into the kitchen garden. That someone really had three times called Ilyusha I could not doubt; that there was something plaintive and mysterious in the call, I was forced to own to myself…. But who knows, perhaps all this only appeared to be unaccountable and in reality could be explained as simply as the knocking which had agitated Tyeglev so much.