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Updated: May 10, 2025
He walked about for a long time, now disappearing and now reappearing, and finally he came back. 'There is no road here. There may be farther on, he said, getting into the sledge. It was already growing dark. The snow-storm had not increased but had also not subsided. 'If we could only hear those peasants! said Vasili Andreevich. 'Well they haven't caught us up. We must have gone far astray.
I need a housekeeper, a modest woman, who is no coquette, and has no taste for finery, who never glances at another man, and you are an example." Paulina Karpovna pretended not to hear, but fanned herself and attempted to draw Raisky into a conversation. "In our esteem," went on Niel Andreevich, pitilessly, "you are a model for our mothers and daughters.
'I am lost! thought Vasili Andreevich. 'I shall lose the track and not catch the horse. But at that moment he saw something black. It was Mukhorty, and not only Mukhorty, but the sledge with the shafts and the kerchief.
'All right, replied Petrushka with a smile, and promptly snatching his cap down from a nail he ran away to harness. While the horse was being harnessed the talk returned to the point at which it had stopped when Vasili Andreevich drove up to the window.
Vasili Andreevich meanwhile had unfastened his coat, and holding its skirts up for shelter, struck one sulphur match after another on the steel box. But his hands trembled, and one match after another either did not kindle or was blown out by the wind just as he was lifting it to the cigarette.
Hardly had Nikita driven out of the yard and turned the horse's head to the house, before Vasili Andreevich emerged from the high porch in front of the house with a cigarette in his mouth and wearing a cloth-covered sheep-skin coat tightly girdled low at his waist, and stepped onto the hard-trodden snow which squeaked under the leather soles of his felt boots, and stopped.
"Ah, Dalila Karpovna," remarked Niel Andreevich. "Good-day. How are you?" "Good-day," she answered drily, turning away. "Why don't you bestow a kind glance on me, and let me admire your swanlike neck!" The young officials in the corner giggled, the ladies smiled, and Paulina Karpovna whispered to Raisky: "The rude creature. The first word he speaks is folly." "Ah, you despise an old man.
It steadily strengthened, and having become quite clear diminished just as gradually. Beyond all doubt it was a wolf, and he was so near that the movement of his jaws as he changed his cry was brought down the wind. Vasili Andreevich turned back the collar of his coat and listened attentively.
Vasili Andreevich agreed, and drove as Nikita had indicated. So they went on for a considerable time. At times they came onto bare fields and the sledge-runners rattled over frozen lumps of earth.
Niel Andreevich, who expected that he would come and speak to him, gave him a friendly smile; the ladies pulled their dresses straight and glanced at the mirror; the young officials who were standing eating off their plates in the corner shifted from one foot to the other; and the young girls blushed still more and pressed their hands as if danger threatened.
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