But then he was called elsewhere and replaced in the train by another passenger who looked very like him and who seemed to be coming to the same place. So he had to register and they wrote down that he was Ivan Ilyich Rostov, the late prosecutor and a Government Counsellor. And when he was asked for his passport he had forgotten to bring it with him.
When he got to Ivan Ilyich's bedside his eyes wandered and he was unable to recognize him for a long time. Then he smiled and the smile transformed his face. His eyes sparkled. The countenance of this glorious man, who was now dead, stopped being one of unutterable weariness and became radiant. Ivan Ilyich lived again. His soul rejoiced at seeing him. And there was no need to thank him for the repose which meant so much to him and the very sight of which had been so painful to him.
Peter Ivanovich took the boy to his home, where he read to him and did his best to make the boy happy. One day the schoolboy Ivan Ilych unexpectedly came to visit his father. There was such a look of joy in his eyes when he saw his father that it made Peter Ivanovich happy. He did not go back home that day. Instead he called up a neighbour and told him to go to see Ivan Ilyich because he had something important to tell him. d2c66b5586