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'Well, he began, still gazing away, swinging his leg and yawning, 'have you been here long? The girl could not at once answer. 'Yes, a long while, Viktor Alexandritch, she said at last, in a voice hardly audible. We set off to-morrow.... 'To-morrow? uttered the young girl. And she fastened her startled eyes upon him.
Scripture, Russian language, conduct, fives and fours, danced before his eyes, and all this, mixed with the haunting refrain of "Friday," with the carefully combed locks of Nikodim Alexandritch and the red cheeks of Katya, produced on him a sensation of such immense overwhelming boredom that he almost shrieked with despair and asked himself: "Is it possible, is it possible I shall not get away?"
For some reason he could not get the word "Friday" out of his head; he could think of nothing but Friday, and the only thing that was clear to him, not in his brain but somewhere in his heart, was that he would not get off on Saturday. Before him stood Nikodim Alexandritch, very neat, with his hair combed over his temples, saying: "Please take something to eat. . . ."
'There, she keeps on at the same thing, he commented with annoyance, and he got up. 'Don't be angry, Viktor Alexandritch, she added hurriedly, with difficulty suppressing her tears. I'm not angry, only you're silly.... What do you want? 'I want nothing... nothing, she answered falteringly, and she ventured to hold out her trembling hands to him; 'but only a word at parting.
The people Luka Alexandritch worked for lived a very long way off, so that, before he could get to any one of them, the carpenter had several times to step into a tavern to fortify himself. Kashtanka remembered that on the way she had behaved extremely improperly.
The little stallion shifted from one leg to another impatiently. "Semyon Alexandritch!" cried Panteley, taking off his hat. "Allow us to send Styopka! Emelyan, call out that Styopka should be sent." But now at last a man on horseback could be seen coming from the settlement.
'Morning to you, Alexandritch, he added, raising his voice, and lifting his cap. A short peasant in a short, black smock, with a cord round the waist, came out from behind a tree, and approached the cart. 'Why, have they let you off? inquired Kondrat. 'I should think so! replied the peasant, and he grinned. 'You don't catch them keeping the likes of me.
'It's too bad, Viktor Alexandritch. You might at least say one kind word to me at parting; you might have said one little word to me, a poor luckless forlorn.... 'But what am I to say to you? 'I don't know; you know that best, Viktor Alexandritch. Here you are going away, and one little word.... What have I done to deserve it? 'You're such a queer creature! What can I do? 'One word at least.
'Yes, to-morrow.... Come, come, come, please! he added, in a tone of vexation, seeing she was shaking all over and softly bending her head; 'please, Akulina, don't cry. 'There, I won't, I won't! cried Akulina, hurriedly gulping down her tears with an effort. 'You are starting to-morrow? she added, after a brief silence: 'when will God grant that we see each other again, Viktor Alexandritch?
The horses stopped. Kondrat did not like this prank. 'Enough of your nonsense, Alexandritch, he observed in an undertone: 'don't you see we're out with a gentleman? You mind; he'll be angry. 'Get on with you, sea-drake! What should he be angry about? He's a good-natured gentleman. You see, he'll give me something to drink. Hey, master, give a poor scoundrel a dram!
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