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'No, Piotr Petrovitch, he cried at last; 'we can't go on like this....There's no shooting to-day. The dogs' scent is drowned. The guns miss fire....Pugh! What a mess! 'What's to be done? I queried. 'Well, let's go to Aleksyevka. You don't know it, perhaps there's a settlement of that name belonging to your mother; it's seven miles from here. We'll stay the night there, and to-morrow....
Peter's day. They told me that on the day of her death she kept hearing the sound of bells, though it was reckoned over five miles from Aleksyevka to the church, and it was a week-day. Lukerya, however, had said that the sounds came not from the church, but from above! Probably she did not dare to say from heaven. 'I've something to tell you, observed Yermolai, coming into the hut to see me.
'In the Efremovsky district ... I know it. 'Do you know my place, Aleksyevka? Sanin asked, sitting down too at the table. 'Yes, I know it. Polozov thrust in his mouth a piece of omelette with truffles. 'Maria Nikolaevna, my wife, has an estate in that neighbourhood.... Uncork that bottle, waiter! You've a good piece of land, only your peasants have cut down the timber. Why are you selling it?
'Mercy, Lukerya! I said at last; 'what is it has happened to you? 'Oh, such a misfortune befel me! But don't mind me, sir; don't let my trouble revolt you; sit there on that little tub a little nearer, or you won't be able to hear me....I've not much of a voice now-a-days!... Well, I am glad to see you! What brought you to Aleksyevka? Lukerya spoke very softly and feebly, but without pausing.
'Come back here? 'No, not here....I know of some places beyond Aleksyevka...ever so much better than here for grouse! I did not proceed to question my faithful companion why he had not taken me to those parts before, and the same day we made our way to my mother's peasant settlement, the existence of which, I must confess, I had not even suspected up till then.
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