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His family name was Kiselnikoff, but they called him Paltara Taras, because he was a head and shoulders taller than his friend, Deacon Taras, who had been degraded from his office for drunkenness and immorality. The Deacon was a short, thick-set person, with the chest of an athlete and a round, strong head. He danced skilfully, and was still more skilful at swearing.
He and Paltara Taras worked in the wood on the banks of the river, and in free hours he told his friend or any one who would listen, "Tales of my own composition," as he used to say.
"My first Deaconess used to buy twelve arshins for her clothes, but the second one only ten. And so on even in the matter of provisions and food." Paltara Taras smiled guiltily. Turning his head towards the Deacon and looking straight at him, he said, with conviction: "I had a wife once, too." "Oh! That happens to everyone," remarked Kuvalda; "but go on with your lies."
Paltara Taras expressed his desire to hear a tale, but the Deacon was arguing with Kubaroff over his preferring thin women to stout ones, and paid no attention to his friend's request. He was asserting his views on the subject to Kubaroff with all the decision of a man who was deeply convinced in his own mind.
"Yes, of course," says the Captain, beaming with joy. "Romulus and Remus, eh? We also shall create when our time comes ..." "Violation of public peace," interrupts Abyedok. He laughs in a self-satisfied way. His laughter is impudent and insolent, and is echoed by Simtsoff, the Deacon and Paltara Taras. The naive eyes of young Meteor light up, and his cheeks flush crimson.
His family name was Kiselnikoff, but they called him Paltara Taras, because he was a head and shoulders taller than his friend, Deacon Taras, who had been degraded from his office for drunkenness and immorality. The Deacon was a short, thick-set person, with the chest of an athlete and a round, strong head. He danced skilfully, and was still more skilful at swearing.
"My first Deaconess used to buy twelve arshins for her clothes, but the second one only ten... And so on even in the matter of provisions and food." Paltara Taras smiled guiltily. Turning his head towards the Deacon and looking straight at him, he said, with conviction: "I had a wife once, too." "Oh! That happens to everyone," remarked Kuvalda; "but go on with your lies."
"Yes, of course," says the Captain, beaming with joy. "Romulus and Remus, eh? We also shall create when our time comes. . . ." "Violation of public peace," interrupts Abyedok. He laughs in a self-satisfied way. His laughter is impudent and insolent, and is echoed by Simtsoff, the Deacon and Paltara Taras. The naive eyes of young Meteor light up, and his cheeks flush crimson.
"She was thin, but she ate a lot, and even died from over-eating." "You poisoned her, you hunchback!" said Abyedok, confidently. "No, by God! It was from eating sturgeon," said Paltara Taras. "But I say that you poisoned her!" declared Abyedok, decisively.
sang the Deacon in low tones embracing Aleksei Maksimovitch, who was smiling kindly into his face. Paltara Taras giggled voluptuously. The night was approaching. High up in the sky the stars were shining ... and on the mountain and in the town the lights of the lamps were appearing. The whistles of the steamers were heard all over the river, and the doors of Vaviloff's eating-house opened noisily.
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