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As a matter of fact, he had attained, if not perfection in tailoring, yet remarkable skill. To this all the ladies of the S Regiment could attest with conviction. Abramka removed his silk hat, stepped into the kitchen, and said gravely, with profound feeling: "Mrs. Zarubkin, I am entirely at your service." "Come into the reception room. I have something very important to speak to you about."
How is it that a clever man like you, Abramka, doesn't grasp the situation?" "Hm, hm! Let me see." Abramka racked his brains for a solution of the riddle. How could it be that Mrs. Shaldin, who was away, should have anything to do with Mrs. Zarubkin's order for a gown? No, that passed his comprehension. "She certainly will get back in time for the ball," said Mrs. Zarubkin, to give him a cue.
It really does not depend upon me, otherwise I should have ordered the dress from you long ago." "It doesn't depend upon you? Then upon whom does it depend?" "Ahem, it depends upon but now, Abramka, remember this is just between you and me it depends upon Mrs. Shaldin." "Upon Mrs. Shaldin, the doctor's wife? Why she isn't even here." "That's just it. That is why I have to wait.
For this ball, however, as she herself had told him, she had not ordered a dress but only material from out of town, from which he deduced that he was to make the gown for her. But there was only one week left before the ball, and still she had not come to him. Abramka was in a state of feverishness. He longed once to make a dress for Mrs. Zarubkin. It would add to his glory.
The dress was cut low and edged with a narrow strip of black down around the bosom, around the bottom of the lace drapery, and around the hem of the skirt. A wonderful fan of feathers to match the down edging gave the finishing touch. "Well, how do you like it, Abramka!" asked Mrs. Shaldin with a triumphant smile. "Glorious, glorious! I haven't the words at my command. What a dress!
He picked up his fashion plates, put the yard measure in his pocket, rammed his silk hat sorrowfully on his head and set off for the captain's house. He found Mrs. Zarubkin pacing the room excitedly, greeted her, but carefully avoided meeting her eyes. "Well, what did you find out?" "Nothing, Mrs. Zarubkin," said Abramka dejectedly. "Unfortunately I couldn't find out a thing." "Idiot!
"Only three days before the ball? A ball dress? Am I a god, Mrs. Zarubkin? I am nothing but the ladies' tailor, Abramka Stiftik." "Well, then you are a nice tailor!" said Tatyana Grigoryevna, scornfully. "In Moscow they made a ball dress for me in two days." Abramka jumped up as if at a shot, and beat his breast. "Is that so? Then I say, Mrs.
"Yes, indeed, Mrs. Zarubkin, in only one week; unfortunately, only one week," replied Abramka, sighing. "But you remember your promise to make my dress for me for the ball this time?" "Mrs. Zarubkin," Abramka cried, laying his hand on his heart. "Have I said that I was not willing to make it? No, indeed, I said it must be made and made right for Mrs.
He had a little stoop, a long and very heavy greyish beard. He had been practising his profession for thirty years. Ever since his apprenticeship he had been called "Abramka," which did not strike him as at all derogatory or unfitting. Even his shingle read: "Ladies' Tailor: Abramka Stiftik" the most valid proof that he deemed his name immaterial, but that the chief thing to him was his art.
"What an impolite fellow," said Abramka reproachfully. "Oh, you wouldn't believe " said the captain's wife, but instantly followed Semyonov into the kitchen. Semyonov aware of his awful misdemeanour, tried to stand up straight and give a report. "She will come back, your Excellency, day after to-morrow toward evening. She sent a telegram." "Is that true now?" "I swear it's true.
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