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Updated: June 16, 2025
'Well, thought he, as he unlatched the creaking gate, 'I don't know how it's to be. ... He mounted the steps, opened the door. A huge, crested hen rushed, with a deafening cackle, straight under his feet, and long after was still running about the yard in wild excitement. From a room close by peeped the astonished countenance of the fat woman. Ivan Afanasiitch smiled and nodded.
I've nothing to do with you. So there! I don't want to know you even. Vassilissa got up. 'That's for you to say, Ivan Afanasiitch. 'Where are you going? 'Why, you yourself ... 'I'm not sending you away, Pyetushkov interrupted her. 'Oh no, Ivan Afanasiitch.... What's the use of my stopping here? Pyetushkov let her get as far as the door. 'So you're going, Vassilissa?
'Ivan Afanasiitch, mercy on us! wailed Onisim. 'To be sure. To be sure I will, replied Pyetushkov with a vague wave of his hand. 'I'll have mercy on you, and forgive you. I forgive every one, I forgive you, and Vassilissa I forgive, and every one, every one.
Ivan Afanasiitch got up, paced up and down the room, stood still before the window, and without turning his head, with some hesitation he articulated: 'Onisim! 'What say? 'Won't it be, you know, a little awkward for me with the old woman, eh? 'Oh, that's as you like. 'Oh, well, I only thought it might, perhaps. My comrades might notice it; it's a little ... But I'll think it over.
'Oh, nothing, said Pyetushkov, taking off his boots with his own hands. 'Well, she's a fine girl! Onisim observed condescendingly. 'Yes, ... she's not bad-looking, said Ivan Afanasiitch, also looking away. 'And what's her name, do you know? 'Vassilissa. 'And do you know her? Onisim did not answer for a minute or two. 'We know her.
Here you sit sticking at home the whole blessed day ... much good it does you, sitting at home like that! You don't play cards, you don't go and see the gentry, and as for ... well ... Onisim waved his hand expressively. 'Now, come ... you really go ... too far ... Ivan Afanasiitch said hesitatingly, clutching his pipe. 'Too far, indeed, Ivan Afanasiitch, too far, you say! Judge for yourself.
'Why, what use would reading and writing be to us, Ivan Afanasiitch? 'What use? You could read books. 'But what good is there in books? 'All sorts of good ... I tell you what, if you like, I'll bring you a book. 'But I can't read, you see, Ivan Afanasiitch. 'I'll read to you. 'But, I say, won't it be dull? 'Nonsense! dull! On the contrary, it's the best thing to get rid of dulness.
And this gentleman, to whom I have not the honour of being related, is a certain Pavel Afanasiitch Rogatchov, serving nowhere, as far as I'm aware.... Kindly take note of the hole in his breast, just on the spot where the heart should be.
Pavel Afanasiitch had been, ten years before, head butler in my grandmother's house, and stood particularly high in her favour. But suddenly falling into disgrace, he was as suddenly degraded to being herdsman, and did not long keep even that position. He sank lower still, and struggled on for a while on a monthly pittance of flour in a little hut far away.
Majestically Pyetushkov rose from his seat, folded his arms, scowled menacingly.... But Vassilissa looked him boldly in the face, laughed impudently, and before he could utter a single word she went quickly into her own room, and locked herself in. Ivan Afanasiitch opened his mouth, looked in amazement at Praskovia Ivanovna.... Praskovia Ivanovna cast down her eyes.
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