The mother woke up to the fact that both of her dear sons were pushing and turning unbearably from both sides.
She turned to Chuck and felt something hard and sharp poke her in the side. She fumbled and pulled out a trap spring from under the blanket, which the thrifty Chuck had secretly brought with him to bed.
The mother threw the spring behind the bed. By the light of the moon, she looked into Huck's face and realized that he was having a disturbing dream.
Sleep, of course, is not a spring, and it cannot be thrown away. But it can be extinguished. His mother turned Huck from his back to his side and, rocking him, gently blew on his warm forehead.
Soon Huck sniffed and smiled, which meant that the bad dream had gone out.
Then the mother got up and, in stockings, without boots, went to the window.
It wasn't light yet, and the sky was full of stars. Some stars burned high, while others bent very low over the black taiga.
And – an amazing thing! – right there, and just like little Huck, she thought that there probably weren't many places left in the world further than this place, where her restless husband had drifted.