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I ran to the governor 's house . Trebassof had me thrust away from his door with blows from the butt-ends of his Cossacks ' guns . And , as I persisted , they kept me locked up all that night and the morning of the next day . At noon I was set free . I demanded my son and they replied they did n't know what I was talking about . But a soldier that I recognized as having arrested my son the evening before pointed out a van that was passing , covered with a tarpaulin and surrounded by Cossacks . ` Your son is there , ' he said ; ` they are taking him to the graves . '