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"You'll fall between the carriages in the dark if you don't look out! Sit down, and when we get to a station you'll find your own compartment. Sit down!" Ivan Alexyevitch heaves a sigh and irresolutely sits down facing Pyotr Petrovitch. He is visibly excited, and fidgets as though he were sitting on thorns. "Where are you travelling to?" Pyotr Petrovitch enquires. "I? Into space.
The day after tomorrow I will give you a final answer," he said, after considering a moment. Stepan Arkadyevitch was about to go away when Korney came in to announce: "Sergey Alexyevitch!" "Who's Sergey Alexyevitch?" Stepan Arkadyevitch was beginning, but he remembered immediately. "Ah, Seryozha!" he said aloud. "Sergey Alexyevitch! I thought it was the director of a department.
'Where's Ivan Alexyevitch now? you'll say. Yes; so in a minute I'm going to my compartment. There she is waiting for me with impatience . . . in joyful anticipation of my appearance. She'll have a smile to greet me. I sit down beside her and take her chin with my two fingers." Ivan Alexyevitch waggles his head and goes off into a chuckle of delight.
But think of her! . . . Yesterday she was a little girl, a midget . . . it s simply incredible!" "Nowadays it really seems strange to see a happy man," observes one of the passengers; "one as soon expects to see a white elephant." "Yes, and whose fault is it?" says Ivan Alexyevitch, stretching his long legs and thrusting out his feet with their very pointed toes.
Ivan Alexyevitch shuts his eyes and waggles his head. "I'm revoltingly happy," he says. "Just think; in a minute I shall go to my compartment. There on the seat near the window is sitting a being who is, so to say, devoted to you with her whole being. A little blonde with a little nose . . . little fingers. . . . My little darling! My angel! My little poppet! Phylloxera of my soul!
My beloved tutor was then at the stage when young men watch the growth of their moustache and are critical of their clothes, and so you can imagine the devout awe with which Spiridon approached him. Yegor Alexyevitch had to throw back his head, to straddle his legs like an inverted V, first lift up his arms, then let them fall.
'Savely Alexyevitch. 'Who is that? I did not know what reply to make to her question. 'Arina! cried the miller from a distance. She got up and walked away. 'Is her husband a good fellow? I asked Yermolai. 'So-so. 'Have they any children? 'There was one, but it died. 'How was it? Did the miller take a liking to her? Did he give much to buy her freedom? 'I don't know.
"I know that, but we're on our way to Petersburg," says Ivan Alexyevitch. "We are going to Moscow, mercy on us!" "To Moscow? What do you mean?" says the bridegroom in amazement. "It's queer. . . . For what station did you take your ticket?" "For Petersburg." "In that case I congratulate you. You've got into the wrong train." There follows a minute of silence.
Only there isn't a No. 209 in this train; there's 219!" "Well, 219, then! It's all the same. Tell that lady, then, that her husband is all right!" Ivan Alexyevitch suddenly clutches his head and groans: "Husband. . . . Lady. . . . All in a minute! Husband. . . . Ha-ha! I am a puppy that needs thrashing, and here I am a husband! Ach, idiot!
She sighed and shook her head. "Come! give over banging on the table!" she said. "Leave off, Fyodor! And why are you thumping, Yegor Alexyevitch? What have you got to do with it?" Pobyedimsky was startled and confused. Fyodor looked intently at him, then at his wife, and began walking about the room. When mother had gone out of the lodge, I saw what for long afterwards I looked upon as a dream.
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