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Updated: June 22, 2025


Akim's inn became celebrated for hundreds of miles round. People were even readier to stay with him than with his successor, Naum, though Akim could not be compared with Naum as a manager.

But in spite of Akim's good-natured weakness, it certainly would have come to a decisive explanation between him and Avdotya, if it had not been for an event which rendered any explanation useless. Akim peeped out of window, frowned and looked down: Naum got deliberately out of the cart. Avdotya had not seen him, but when she heard his voice in the entry the spoon trembled in her hand.

"I can manage him alone for a time I am sitting on him.... Make haste! And bring a belt to tie his hands." Fyodor ran into the house.... The man whom Naum was holding suddenly left off struggling. "So it seems wife and money and home are not enough for you, you want to ruin me, too," he said in a choking voice. Naum recognised Akim's voice.

"I hear that you want to buy something of me," said Lizaveta Prohorovna, and thought to herself, "What a handsome man this merchant is." "Just so, madam." "What is it?" "Would you be willing to sell your inn?" "What inn?" "Why, the one on the high road not far from here." "But that inn is not mine, it is Akim's." "Not yours? Why, it stands on your land."

Akim's small and somewhat dilapidated hut was almost at the end of the village; Akin walked through the whole street without meeting a soul. All the people were at church. Only one sick old woman raised a little window to look after him and a little girl who had run out with an empty pail to the well gaped at him, and she too looked after him.

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