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Updated: May 17, 2025
One of the younger men asked diffidently, beneath his breath: "Mate Ossip, what are we going to do?" "What do you say?" Ossip queried absent-mindedly. "I say, what are we going to do? Just to sit here?" To this Boev responded, with loud, nasal derision in his tone: "Yes, my lad, for the Lord has seen fit to prevent you from participating in His most holy festival."
The police have been sent for." And this led Boev to exclaim to Ossip: "Why pretend like that?" "Pretend? "Yes you." "What do you mean?" "I mean that it was you who egged us on to cross the river." "You say that it was I?" "I do." "Indeed?" "Aye," put in Budirin quietly, but incisively. And him the Morduine supported by saying in a sullen undertone: "It was you, mate. By God it was.
Unfortunately, Boev and Saniavin, the men who had been engaged upon the task of cutting out the sockets for the braces, had worked so amiss, and run their lines so straight, that, when it came to the point, the arms of the braces refused to sink properly into the wood. "Oh, you cock-eyed fool of a Morduine!" shouted Ossip, smiting his fist against the side of his cap.
Upon this, a tall old man with the beard of an apostle and the eyes of a brigand muttered: "Infidels, why disturb peaceful folk like this? You ought to be thrashed!" Whereupon Boev, who was changing his clothes, retorted: "What do you mean by 'disturb'?"
So, automatically picking themselves up, those feet started to bear my body in the direction of a spot on the sandy bank where the winter-stripped branches of a willow tree were writhing, and whither there were betaking themselves also Boev, the old soldier, Budirin, and the brothers Diatlov.
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