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Updated: June 16, 2025
And now, of course, I'm a ruined man. Ivan Afanasiitch was more and more in need of Onisim's support. 'All the same, you did wrong, very wrong. I loved you, I respected you ... what's more, I'm ready to go to church with you this minute. Will you? You've only to say the word, and we'll start at once. Only you wounded me cruelly ... cruelly.
Onisim looked intently at his master. 'Ivan Afanasiitch, he began, 'wouldn't you have a snack of something? 'Wouldn't I have a snack of something? repeated Pyetushkov. 'Or may be you'd like to have a pipe? 'To have a pipe? repeated Pyetushkov. 'So this is what it's coming to, muttered Onisim. 'It's gone deep, it seems.
Ivan Afanasiitch went to the window, sighed, and called for something to drink. Onisim set a glass of kvas on the table, glanced severely at his master, leaned back against the door, and hung his head dejectedly. 'What are you so thoughtful about? his master asked him genially, but with some inward trepidation.
The conversation was always begun, 'scratched up, by Pyetushkov; Onisim responded unwillingly. 'It's a strange thing, you know, Ivan Afanasiitch would say, for instance, as he lay on the sofa, while Onisim stood in his usual attitude, leaning against the door, with his hands folded behind his back, 'when you come to think of it, what it was I saw in that girl.
'A ruined man, Vassilissa, I tell you. You may believe me. I've never deceived you. Oh, and how's your aunt? 'Very well, Ivan Afanasiitch. Thank you. Pyetushkov began swaying violently. 'But you're not quite well to-day, Ivan Afanasiitch. You ought to lie down. 'No, I'm quite well, Vassilissa. No, don't say I'm not well; you'd better say I've fallen into evil ways, lost my morals.
The nephew of the hired man, Luka, a little boy, friend and confidant of the goat that lived in the yard, darted swiftly to the little gate, directly he caught sight of Ivan Afanasiitch in the distance. Praskovia Ivanovna came out to meet Pyetushkov. 'Is your niece at home? asked Pyetushkov. 'No, sir. Pyetushkov was inwardly relieved at Vassilissa's absence.
She would work, sing, or spin before him, sometimes exchanging a couple of words with him; Pyetushkov watched her, smoked his pipe, swayed to and fro in his chair, laughed, and in leisure hours played 'Fools' with her and Praskovia Ivanovna. Ivan Afanasiitch was happy....
He was hurt. At home he called for his things to dress. Onisim slouched off after his better coat. Pyetushkov had a great desire to draw Onisim into conversation, but Onisim preserved a sullen silence. At last Ivan Afanasiitch could hold out no longer. 'Why don't you ask me where I'm going? 'Why, what do I want to know where you're going for? 'What for?
Bublitsyn called to Ivan Afanasiitch for no special reason, simply in the fulness of his inner satisfaction; he bowed to him with excessive friendliness and cordiality.
'Oh, I never asked her, sir.... One rouble twenty kopecks in silver. Ivan Afanasiitch sank into meditation. 'Kvas and effervescing drinks, pursued Praskovia Ivanovna, holding the counters apart on the frame not with her first, but her third finger, 'half a rouble in silver. Sugar and rolls for tea, half a rouble. Four packets of tobacco bought by your orders, eighty kopecks in silver.
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