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And she attached herself to Ivan Petrovich with the whole strength of her soul as only Russian girls know how to devote themselves and gave herself to him. In a country house no secret can be preserved long; in a short time almost every one knew of the young master's fondness for Malania. At last the news reached Peter Andreich himself.
And the traveller went on talking about himself, without noticing that this did not interest the others as much as it did him. A man is never such an egotist as at moments of spiritual ecstasy. At such times it seems to him that there is nothing on earth more splendid and interesting than himself. 'Dmitri Andreich!
This is something unexpected, undreamt of. Olenin was as happy as a boy of twelve. 'Tie it up here. It's a good horse. I bought it in Groznoe; it gallops splendidly! Vanyusha, bring us some chikhir. Come into the hut. The wine was brought. Lukashka sat down and took the wine-bowl. 'God willing I'll find a way to repay you, he said, finishing his wine. 'How are you called? 'Dmitri Andreich.
On Brains's face was a triumphant expression as if he were proving something, as if pleased that things had happened just as he thought they would. The unhappy, helpless look of the man in the fox-fur coat seemed to give him great pleasure. "The roads are now muddy, Vassili Andreich," he said, when the horses had been harnessed on the bank.
'Well, 'Mitry Andreich, God bless you. We will be kunaks. Now you must come to see us. Though we are not rich people still we can treat a kunak, and I will tell mother in case you need anything clotted cream or grapes and if you come to the cordon I'm your servant to go hunting or to go across the river, anywhere you like!
All Russia was rising against the foe, and they both felt that Russian blood flowed in their veins, Peter Andreich equipped a whole regiment of volunteers at his own expense. But the war ended; the danger passed away. Ivan Petrovich once more became bored, once more he was allured into the distance, into that world in which he had grown up, and in which he felt himself at home.
"Silence! don't dare to say another word!" exclaimed Peter Andreich to his wife, every time she tried to mollify him. "That puppy ought to be always praying to God for me, since I have not laid my curse upon him, the good-for-nothing fellow! Why, my late father would have killed him with his own hands, and he would have done well."
The sound of shrill laughter, slaps, kisses, and whispers mingled with the singing. As he went past Olenin, Lukashka gave a friendly nod. 'Dmitri Andreich! Have you too come to have a look? he said. 'Yes, answered Olenin dryly. Beletski stooped and whispered something into Ustenka's ear. She had not time to reply till she came round again, when she said: 'All right, we'll come.
They had hardly reached Gurka when two bullets whistled above them. Lukashka looked around laughing at Olenin and stooped a little. 'Look out or they will kill you, Dmitri Andreich, he said. 'You'd better go away you have no business here. But Olenin wanted absolutely to see the ABREKS. From behind the mound he saw caps and muskets some two hundred paces off.
Peter Andreich was so confounded that he opened his eyes wide, and for a moment was struck dumb; but he immediately recovered his senses, and then and there, just as he was, wrapped in a dressing-gown trimmed with squirrels' fur, and with slippers on his bare feet, he rushed with clenched fists at his son, who, as if on purpose, had dressed his hair that day a la Titus, and had put on a blue dress-coat, quite new and made in the English fashion, tasselled boots, and dandified, tight-fitting buckskin pantaloons.
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