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The church starost, it is true, said that they had died of the pest in his second year; but my grandfather's aunt would not hear to that, and tried with all her might to furnish him with parents, although poor Peter needed them about as much as we need last year's snow.
The church starost, it is true, said that they had died of the pest in his second year; but my grandfather’s aunt would not hear to that, and tried with all her might to furnish him with parents, although poor Peter needed them about as much as we need last year’s snow.
"Your mother's boy," she cried, "her very image! See how lovely she was, look, Vassilissa! Do you remember? Isn't he like her?" With youthful appetite Boris devoured coffee, tea, cakes and bread, his aunt watching all the while. "Call the people, tell the Starost and everybody that the Master is here, the real Master, the owner.
The moon was the only light, and its beams were not sufficient to prevent my stepping on several sleepers, and extracting Russian oaths for my carelessness. "Now for it," I whispered to the good-natured doctor, as we waked the smotretal. "Make him think our papers are important." The official rubbed his eyes over the passport, and then hastened to arouse the starost.
Steinmetz the hated, the loathed, the tool of the tyrant whom they never see. Ask the "starost" the mayor of the village. He knows the bárins, and hates them. Michael Roon, the starosta or elder of Osterno, president of the Mir, or village council, principal shopkeeper, mayor and only intelligent soul of the nine hundred, probably had Tartar blood in his veins.
Another time, the church starost himself, who was fond of an occasional private interview with my grandfather’s brandy-glass, had not succeeded in getting to the bottom twice, when he beheld the glass bowing very low to him. “Satan take you, let us make the sign of the cross over you!” ... And the same marvel happened to his better half.
After an extremely agreeable visit to the palatin I returned to Leopol, where I amused myself for a week with a pretty girl who afterwards so captivated Count Potocki, starost of Sniatin, that he married her. This is purity of blood with a vengeance in your noble families! Leaving Leopol I went to Palavia, a splendid palace on the Vistula, eighteen leagues distant from Warsaw.
He did so after our tea-drinking, but the document was powerless, the smotretal doubtless arguing that if the paper were of consequence we should have shown it on our arrival. We sent it to the starost, or head man of the village, but that worthy declined to honor it, and we were left to shift for ourselves. Evidently the power of the Governor General's passport was on the wane.
"We haven't a line long enough," answered the Starost sleepily. "We shall have to buy one in the town." "Why did you not tell Vassilissa? She would have let me know. I go into the town every week, and would have brought a line long ago." "I have told her, but she forgets, or says it is not worth while to bother the Mistress about it." Tatiana Markovna made a knot in her handkerchief.
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