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That day, more intensely than ever, Seryozha felt a rush of love for her, and now, waiting for his father, he forgot everything, and cut all round the edge of the table with his penknife, staring straight before him with sparkling eyes and dreaming of her. "Here is your papa!" said Vassily Lukitch, rousing him.
"Vassily Terentyev!" he pronounced in a hollow, threatening voice, "we know for a fact that you have the watch. You are told honourably to give it back and if you don't ..." Vassily sniggered insolently. "Then what will you do with me then? Eh?" "What will we do? We will both fight with you till you beat us or we beat you." Vassily laughed. "Fight? That's not for a gentleman!
You may easily imagine, gentlemen, with what feelings he left the brilliant life in the capital that he was used to, and came into the country. They say that he got out of the hooded cart several times on the road, flung himself face downwards in the snow and cried. No one in Lutchinovka would have known him as the gay and charming Vassily Ivanovitch they had seen before.
While Olga Mihalovna was making the tea and pouring out the first glasses, the visitors were busy with the liqueurs and sweet things. Then there was the general commotion usual at picnics over drinking tea, very wearisome and exhausting for the hostess. Grigory and Vassily had hardly had time to take the glasses round before hands were being stretched out to Olga Mihalovna with empty glasses.
After the feast of Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, the last crop of autumn apples was gathered; the master was content with the results, paid off Vassily, and gave him an extra sum as reward for his faithful service. Vassily put on his new jacket, and a new hat both were presents from his master's son but did not make his way homewards. He hated the very thought of the vulgar peasants' life.
He was very like his son in face, only his brow was lower and narrower, and his mouth rather wider, and he was for ever restless, shrugging up his shoulder as though his coat cut him under the armpits, blinking, clearing his throat, and gesticulating with his fingers, while his son was distinguished by a kind of nonchalant immobility. 'Humble-pie! repeated Vassily Ivanovitch.
What'll Afanasey Lukitch say? Why, he'll drive us all out of the light of day.... Why are you fellows standing still? Take the uninvited guest in hand and show him out of the house, so that not a trace be left of him. 'Rogatchov! Vassily Ivanovitch shouted menacingly. 'You are crazy, Efimovna, you are shaming me, come, come... said Pavel Afanasievitch.
He's no objection even to cards, and he sometimes but this is between ourselves ... positively smokes a pipe. 'All right. We'll have a round of whist after dinner, and I'll clean him out. 'He! he! he! We shall see! That remains to be seen. 'I know you're an old hand, said Bazarov, with a peculiar emphasis. Vassily Ivanovitch's bronzed cheeks were suffused with an uneasy flush.
NEJDANOV rose to meet him, and Markelov, coming straight up to him, without any form of greeting, asked him if he was Alexai Dmitritch, a student of the St. Petersburg University. "Yes," Nejdanov replied. Markelov took an unsealed letter out of a side pocket. "In that case, please read this. It is from Vassily Nikolaevitch," he added, lowering his voice significantly.
Now and again he even assisted at some of the medical operations which his father conducted as a charity. Once he pulled a tooth out from a pedlar's head, and Vassily Ivanovitch never ceased boasting about the extraordinary feat. One day in a neighbouring village, the news was brought them that a peasant had died of typhus.
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