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Updated: June 15, 2025
"And on one occasion, when the headmaster's wife hinted to him what a good thing it would be to secure his sister's future with such a reliable, universally respected man as Byelikov, he frowned and muttered: "'It's not my business; let her marry a reptile if she likes. I don't like meddling in other people's affairs. "Now hear what happened next.
I don't like sneaks! "Byelikov flew into a nervous flutter, and began hurriedly putting on his coat, with an expression of horror on his face. It was the first time in his life he had been spoken to so rudely. "'You can say what you please, he said, as he went out from the entry to the landing on the staircase.
Our ladies did not get up private theatricals on Saturdays for fear he should hear of it, and the clergy dared not eat meat or play cards in his presence. Under the influence of people like Byelikov we have got into the way of being afraid of everything in our town for the last ten or fifteen years.
"Byelikov sat in silence for ten minutes, and then began: "'I have come to see you to relieve my mind. I am very, very much troubled. Some scurrilous fellow has drawn an absurd caricature of me and another person, in whom we are both deeply interested.
Some mischievous person drew a caricature of Byelikov walking along in his goloshes with his trousers tucked up, under his umbrella, with Varinka on his arm; below, the inscription 'Anthropos in love. The expression was caught to a marvel, you know.
"Or he would laugh till he cried, first in a loud bass, then in a shrill, thin laugh, and ask me, waving his hands: "'What does he sit here for? What does he want? He sits and stares. "He even gave Byelikov a nickname, 'The Spider. And it will readily be understood that we avoided talking to him of his sister's being about to marry 'The Spider.
I am not a natural science man, and it is not my business to settle such questions; I only mean to say that people like Mavra are not uncommon. There is no need to look far; two months ago a man called Byelikov, a colleague of mine, the Greek master, died in our town. You have heard of him, no doubt.
Among the glum and intensely bored teachers who came even to the name-day party as a duty we suddenly saw a new Aphrodite risen from the waves; she walked with her arms akimbo, laughed, sang, danced.... She sang with feeling 'The Winds do Blow, then another song, and another, and she fascinated us all all, even Byelikov.
The headmaster will learn that you and your sister ride the bicycle, and then it will reach the higher authorities.... Will that be a good thing? "'It's no business of anybody else if my sister and I do bicycle! said Kovalenko, and he turned crimson. 'And damnation take any one who meddles in my private affairs! "Byelikov turned pale and got up.
And, indeed, though we had buried Byelikov, how many such men in cases were left, how many more of them there will be!" "That's just how it is," said Ivan Ivanovitch and he lighted his pipe. "How many more of them there will be!" repeated Burkin. The schoolmaster came out of the barn. He was a short, stout man, completely bald, with a black beard down to his waist. The two dogs came out with him.
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