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Updated: May 16, 2025
The days in Tsybukin's house were spent in business cares. Before the sun had risen in the morning Aksinya was panting and puffing as she washed in the outer room, and the samovar was boiling in the kitchen with a hum that boded no good.
The brickyard is working well; and as bricks are wanted for the railway the price has gone up to twenty-four roubles a thousand; peasant women and girls cart the bricks to the station and load them up in the trucks and earn a quarter-rouble a day for the work. Aksinya has gone into partnership with the Hrymin Juniors, and their factory is now called Hrymin Juniors and Co.
Aksinya Stepanovna, the old nurse, was sitting on the dirty stool facing him, and she, too, was drinking tea. Her face was grave, though at the same time it beamed with a kind of triumph. Pelageya, the cook, was busy at the stove, and was apparently trying to hide her face.
And nurse put before the visitor a bottle of vodka and a wine-glass, while her face wore a very wily expression. "I never touch it. . . . No . . ." said the cabman, declining. "Don't press me, Aksinya Stepanovna." "What a man! . . . A cabman and not drink! . . . A bachelor can't get on without drinking. Help yourself!"
She began whispering with her husband and Aksinya, and their faces wore the same sly and mysterious expression as though they were conspirators. It was decided to marry Anisim. "Oh, tut, tut... the younger brother has been married long ago," said Varvara, "and you are still without a helpmate like a cock at a fair. What is the meaning of it?
Aksinya walked into the house with her old naive smile.... The deaf man kept moving about the yard with his arms full of linen, then he began hanging it up again, in silence, without haste. And until the cook came back from the river no one ventured to go into the kitchen and see what was there. Nikifor was taken to the district hospital, and towards evening he died there.
Yesterday at dinner Aksinya said to my father-in-law: 'I want to build a brickyard at Butyokino; I'm going into business on my own account. She laughed as she said it. And Grigory Petrovitch's face darkened, one could see he did not like it.
When she goes to the post the head of the postal department jumps up and says to her: "I humbly beg you to be seated, Aksinya Abramovna!" A certain landowner, middle-aged but foppish, in a tunic of fine cloth and patent leather high boots, sold her a horse, and was so carried away by talking to her that he knocked down the price to meet her wishes.
Varvara has grown even fatter and whiter, and as before she is active in good works, and Aksinya does not interfere with her. There is so much jam now that they have not time to eat it before the fresh fruit comes in; it goes sugary, and Varvara almost sheds tears, not knowing what to do with it. They have begun to forget about Anisim.
A little time passed, and then steps were heard again: the old father, white all over, appeared in the doorway. "Aksinya," he called, "are you here?" "Well?" she responded angrily. "I told you just now to throw the money into the well, have you done so?" "What next, throwing property into the water! I gave them to the mowers...." "Oh my God!" cried the old man, dumbfounded and alarmed.
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