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And he laughed again and slapped his pocketful of gold and the two old folks sat blinking at him in awe, until he announced that he was hungry and confided to them that his friend Jozef had once told him there were wonderful mushrooms round-about at that season of the year. Andrei and his wife talked together in the cow-shed, before the old man hobbled out to gather the mushrooms.
People did not like, however, to play with Andrei Vassil'itch, for his society was not agreeable, and he always contrived to go home with a well-filled purse. Andrei Vassil'itch was a noted man in the neighbourhood. He was the centre of a whole cycle of legends, and I have often heard that his name was used with effect by nurses to frighten naughty children.
'What shall we do to-day, eh? began Shubin, sitting down suddenly on a low chair, with his knees apart and his elbows propped on them. 'Andrei Petrovitch, has your honour any kind of plan for to-day? It's glorious weather; there's a scent of hay and dried strawberries as if one were drinking strawberry-tea for a cold. We ought to get up some kind of a spree. Open your prophetic lips.
He now met in the journals with such expressions as these: "Our respectable Andréi Petróvitch our veteran of the pencil, Andréi Petróvitch." He now received many honorary appointments in public institutions; was frequently invited to examinations and to committees.
They are all looking at you, at you alone; the stars never do anything but look down upon lovers that's why they are so charming. You are in love, I suppose, Andrei Petrovitch?... You don't answer me... why don't you answer? Shubin began again: 'Oh, if you feel happy, be quiet, be quiet!
And it's true; I would just as soon bite my tongue out and throw it at them as not. What's the good of speech to me? Who would ever want to hear what I could say? Ever since I closed the eyes of my poor Andrei I haven't met a man who seemed to care for the sound of my voice. I should never have spoken to you if the very first time you appeared here you had not taken notice of me so nicely.
His head was slightly inclined to one side, his eyes were contemplative. "It is a pity," he said, after a pause, "that Andrei did not have a better knowledge of the insular character. He need not have been in Olmeta churchyard now." "It is a pity," rapped out Perucca, with an emphatic stick on the wooden floor, "that Andrei was so gentle with them. He drove the cattle off the land.
Success to you, Andréi Petróvitch! Macte novâ virtute, and immortalise yourself and us. Glory, fortune, crowds of sitters, in spite of the feeble and envious efforts of certain contemporary prints, will be your speedy and unfailing reward!" His face beaming with contentment, our artist perused this puff.
But why that wicked look, those trembling lips, that angry fire in his eyes? Or is it, perhaps, inevitable? Isn't it possible to be a man, a hero, and to remain soft and gentle? "Life is a coarse business," he said to me once lately. I repeated that saying to Andrei Petrovitch; he did not agree with D. Which of them is right? But the beginning of that day!
For the French the most intellectually subtle people of the world have a certain odd simplicity which seems to have survived all the changes and chances of monarchy, republic, and empire. "I do not quite know. Have you not a man?" "I have nobody, except a decrepit old man, who is half an imbecile," said Denise, with a short laugh. "I get my provisions surreptitiously by the hand of Madame Andrei.
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