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Updated: June 24, 2025
"Yes," answered the old man, "she is at the gate...." "Well, send her in here." The old man went out, beckoned to Avdotya, said to her, "go in," and sat down again on the ledge. Avdotya in trepidation opened the door, crossed the threshold and stood still. Akim looked at her. "Well, Arefyevna," he began, "what are we going to do now?" "I am guilty," she faltered.
"Semyonitch! hey, Semyonitch," began Yefrem, sitting up in the cart, "give over ... you know ... you won't make things any better. Tfoo, what a business," he went on as though to himself. "What a damnable woman.... Go to him," he added, bending down over the side of the cart to Avdotya, "you see, he's half crazy." Avdotya got up, went nearer to Akim and again fell at his feet.
"Well, he didn't beat you then?" asked Petrovitch sitting bent up on the ledge when she was level with him. Avdotya passed by him without speaking. "So he didn't beat her," the old man said to himself; he smiled, ruffled up his beard and took a pinch of snuff. Akim carried out his intention.
"For all the buildings and the appurtenances, together with the land that goes with it, of course, I would give two thousand roubles." "Two thousand roubles! That is not enough," replied Lizaveta Prohorovna. "It's a good price." "But have you spoken to Akim?" "What should I speak to him for? The inn is yours, so here I am talking to you about it."
"He is frank and agreeable, he is respectable, and even you will allow that it would be safer walking with him than some we know; we do not talk politics with him." "For all that I am sorry, Akim. You know how it will be; we shall get him into trouble.
Avdotya certainly did not appreciate Akim's eloquence and often in the evenings when he indulged in conversation with travellers or fell to telling stories she stealthily yawned or went out of the room. Akim looked at the closed door. "Once you begin talking," he repeated in an undertone.... "The fact is, I have not talked enough to you. And who is it?
Suddenly she heard from the yard a loud masculine voice: it was singing a song of which it was impossible to distinguish the words, prolonging each note, though not with a melancholy effect. Avdotya opened her eyes, propped herself on her elbows and listened.... The song went on.... It rang out musically in the autumn air. Akim raised his head. "Who's that singing?" he asked.
"And you can travel where you like, in the country and out of the country, without official permits or passports?" "Yes, there is nothing like that known in England. Every man can go where he likes, and live where he likes, and do anything he likes, providing that it does not interfere with the rights of other people." "Ah! shall we ever come to this in Russia, Akim?" Petroff said.
And meantime he kept lashing and lashing the horse. Those who met him moved out of his way and gazed after him. In a quarter of an hour Akim had reached Lizaveta Prohorovna's house, had galloped up to the front door, jumped out of the cart and dashed straight into the entry. "What do you want?" muttered the frightened footman who was sleeping sweetly on the hall bench.
The same evening Akim Danilitch sat in the grocer's shop drinking limonade gaseuse and brandy, and writing: "In addition to the official report, I venture, your Excellency, to append a few supplementary observations of my own. Father and benefactor! In very truth, but for the prayers of your virtuous spouse in her salubrious villa near our town, there's no knowing what might not have come to pass.
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