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Opposite, out of the dram-shop, a servant pops out for a minute a curly, besotted young fellow with a cast in his eye and runs into the neighbouring public house. "Prokhor Ivanovich, oh Prokhor Ivanovich," shouts Niura, "don't you want some? I'll treat you to some sunflower seeds!" "Come on in and pay us a visit," Liubka chimes in.
About a hundred people were fighting. She also told the police that she had no suspicions of any sort. But Prokhor himself boasted afterwards: 'I, says he, 'didn't do for Dunka that time, but I'll finish her off another time. She, says he, 'won't get by my hands. I'm going to give her the works." A shiver runs all the way down Liuba's back.
"Well, where?" Prokhor Ivanovich comes to a stop for a minute. "And here's where: nailed over there, on the fifth shelf with old hats, where we keep all dead cats." "Scat! You darn fool!" Niura laughs shrilly over all Yama, and throws herself down on the sill, kicking her legs in high black stockings.
The regiment broke up into companies, which went to their appointed quarters near Braunau, where they hoped to receive boots and clothes and to rest after their hard marches. "You won't bear me a grudge, Prokhor Ignatych?" said the regimental commander, overtaking the third company on its way to its quarters and riding up to Captain Timokhin who was walking in front.
And the whistles of the locomotives on the line of the railroad, which was marked out in the darkness with green and red lights, sounded with a quiet, singing caution. "Now the nurse is co-oming in, Bringing sugar and a roll, Bringing sugar and a roll, Deals them equally to all." "Prokhor Ivanich!"
Afterward, having ceased laughing, she all of a sudden makes round astonished eyes and says in a whisper: "But do you know, girlie why, he cut a woman's throat the year before last that same Prokhor. Honest to God!" "Is that so? Did she die?" "No, she didn't. She got by," says Niura, as though with regret. "But just the same she lay for two months in the Alexandrovskaya Hospital.
Niura suddenly calls after the curly waiter from the dram-shop, who, a light black silhouette, is running across the road. "Oh, Prokhor Ivanich!" "Oh, bother you!" the other snarls hoarsely. "What now?" "A friend of yours sent you his regards. I saw him today." "What sort of friend?" "Such a little good-looker! An attractive little brunet ...No, but you'd better ask where did I see him?"
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