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Updated: June 13, 2025
Silence reigned once more. The cloudy sky threatened thunder, and the earth was covered with the thick darkness of an autumn night. "Let us go on drinking!" proposed Kuvalda, filling up the glasses. "I will go and see if he wants anything," said Tyapa. "He wants a coffin!" jeered the Captain. "Don't speak about that," begged Abyedok in a low voice. Meteor rose and followed Tyapa.
That's a determined young thief! . . . What will happen next, I wonder . . .?" asked Kuvalda. "Next? Young Petunikoff will buy out Egor Vaviloff," said Abyedok with conviction, and smacked his lips as if the idea gave him great pleasure. "And you are glad of that?" Kuvalda asked him gravely.
"I am always pleased to see human calculations miscarry," explained Abyedok, rolling his eyes and rubbing his hands with delight. The Captain spat angrily on the ground and was silent. They all stood in front of the tumble-down building, and silently watched the doors of the eating-house. More than an hour passed thus. Then the doors opened and Petunikoff came out as silently as he had entered.
I might have had something to wear had he left my society at least for a little while." "You are bitter ..." said Abyedok, and coughed. The Captain, with his feeling of superiority to the others, never talked with his mouth full. Having drunk twice, the company began to grow merry; the food was grateful to them.
I do live, but I suppose I ought not to be angry at the fact that life is desecrated and robbed of all freedom by these men." "And they dare to laugh at the kindly anger of the Captain, a man living in retirement?" says Abyedok, teasingly. "Very well! I agree with you that I am foolish. Being a creature who was once a man, I ought to blot out from my heart all those feelings that once were mine.
Nor did they speak with less enthusiasm of the radical measure of clearing Jews off the face of the earth. On this subject Abyedok was always the first to propose dreadful plans to effect the desired end, but the Captain, always first in every other argument, did not join in this one.
"Is it not all the same whatever we say or think? We have not got long to live I am forty, you are fifty . . . there is no one among us younger than thirty, and even at twenty one cannot live such a life long." "And what kind of novelty are we?" asked Abyedok mockingly. "Since nakedness has always existed" "Yes, and it created Rome," said the teacher.
They had always felt the teacher to be an uncommon man, but now many of them were drunk and the others sad and silent. Only the Deacon suddenly drew himself up straight and howled wildly: "And may the righteous r-e-s-t!" "You idiot!" hissed Abyedok. "What are you howling for?" "Fool!" said Tyapa's hoarse voice. "When a man is dying one must be quiet . . . so that he may have peace."
Something that will make Judas Petunikoff and his kind tremble and perspire before me!" "Ah! You have a courageous tongue!" jeered Abyedok. "Yes . . . You miser!" And Kuvalda looked at him contemptuously. "What do you understand? What do you know? Are you able to think? But I have thought and I have read . . . books of which you could not have understood one word." "Of course!
Tyapa bent further forward than usual and crossed himself respectfully. Martyanoff dropped to the ground and lay there. Abyedok moved quietly, and said in a low and wicked tone: "May you all go to the Devil! Dead? What of that? Why should I care? Why should I speak about it? It will be time enough when I come to die myself . . . I am not worse than other people."
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