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Chelkash asked in a low voice of Gavrilo, who was busy doing something to the oars. "In a minute! The rowlock here's unsteady, can I just knock it in with the oar?" "No no! Not a sound! Push it down harder with your hand, it'll go in of itself."
But now it was a question of money, and in that the peasant wished to be precise, and demanded the same exactness from his employer. His distrust and suspicion revived. "That's not my way of doing business, mate! A bird in the hand for me." Chelkash threw himself into his part. "Don't argue, wait a bit! Come into the restaurant."
Chelkash stood facing him, he smiled strangely, and the rag on his head, growing gradually redder, began to look like a Turkish fez. The rain streamed in bucketsful. The sea moaned with a hollow sound, and the waves beat on the shore, lashing furiously and wrathfully against it. The two men were silent. "Come, good-bye!" Chelkash said, coldly and sarcastically.
Then Chelkash took Gavrilo under the arms, and giving him a slight shove behind with his knee, got him out into the yard of the eating-house, where he put him on the ground in the shade of a stack of wood, then he sat down beside him and lighted his pipe. Gavrilo shifted about a little, muttered, and dropped asleep. "Come, ready?"
Well that how can I say? For what inducement? That's the point!" "Well, if it were for two rainbows?" "Two hundred roubles, you mean? Well I might." "But I say! What about your soul?" "Oh, well maybe one wouldn't lose it!" Gavrilo smiled. "One mightn't and it would make a man of one for all one's life." Chelkash laughed good-humoredly. "All right! that's enough joking. Let's row to land.
"Why " But Gavrilo's face flushed, then turned gray, and he moved irresolutely, as though he were half longing to throw himself on Chelkash, or half torn by some desire, the attainment of which was hard for him. Chelkash felt ill at ease at the sight of such excitement in this lad. He wondered what form it would take. Gavrilo began laughing strangely, a laugh that was like a sob.
Without oars you might have got off somehow, but without a passport you'll be afraid to. Wait here! But mind if you squeak to the bottom of the sea you go!" And, all at once, clinging on to something with his hands, Chelkash rose in the air and vanished onto the wall. Gavrilo shuddered. It had all happened so quickly.
Everything was melancholy and sounded like the lullaby of a mother, who has no hope of her child's happiness. And Chelkash fell asleep. He was the first to wake, he looked round him uneasily, but at once regained his self-possession and stared at Gavrilo who was still asleep. He was sweetly snoring, and in his sleep smiled all over his childish, sun-burned healthy face.
The brief conversation dropped, but now Gavrilo's silence even was eloquent of the country to Chelkash. He recalled the past, and forgot to steer the boat, which was turned by the current and floated away out to sea. The waves seemed to understand that this boat had missed its way, and played lightly with it, tossing it higher and higher, and kindling their gay blue light under its oars.
Now, when Chelkash was speaking quietly and even good-humoredly, Gavrilo, still shaking with terror, besought him! "Listen, forgive me! For Christ's sake, I beg you, let me go! Put me on shore somewhere! Aie-aie-aie! I'm done for entirely! Come, think of God, let me go! What am I to you? I can't do it! I've never been used to such things. It's the first time. Lord! Why, I shall be lost!
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