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Updated: June 14, 2025
Schmidt was saying only yesterday to poor Vjera " "Vjera? Does she believe it too?" asked the Count in an unsteady voice, not heeding the rest of the speech. "Of course," said Dumnoff, carelessly. "Schmidt was saying to me only yesterday that you were going to have a worse attack of it than usual because you were so silent." "Vjera, too!" repeated the Count in a low voice.
The Count was in prison, therefore, on the eve of his return to splendour, and his companion in captivity was Dumnoff the mujik. They found themselves in a well-ventilated room, having high grated windows, through which the stars were visible, and dimly lighted by a small gas flame which burned in a lantern of white ground glass.
We have always helped each other, my friend. I have much to thank you for." "You have helped me, you mean," said the Cossack, in a rather shaky voice. "No, no each other, and we will continue to do so, I hope, in a different way. Good-bye, Dumnoff. You have a better heart than people think." "Are you not going to take me to Russia, after all?" asked the mujik, almost humbly. "Did I say I would?
But Dumnoff yielded to the inevitable; a couple of well-planted blows delivered by the rescuing party on the sides of his thick skull made him shake his head as a cat does when its nose is sprinkled with water, and the mujik reluctantly relinquished the struggle. At the same time the porter who had claimed the doll came forward and touched his bare head with a military salute.
I esteem it an honour to have been of any assistance to you in your temporary annoyances." Vjera still hid her face. The Cossack watched what was happening with an expression half sad, half curious, and Dumnoff displayed a set of ferocious white teeth as he stupidly grinned from ear to ear.
You Sappermentskerls! I will teach you to resist the police, to steal dolls and to jump out of windows! Now then, right about face march!" The Count did not stir from his chair. Dumnoff looked at him as though to ask instructions of a superior. "If you can manage one of them, I can take these two," he said in Russian.
The Count finished his second thousand, and arranged the last hundreds neatly with the others, laying them in little heaps and patting the ends with his fingers so that they should present an absolutely symmetrical appearance. Dumnoff plodded on, in his peculiar way, doing the work well and then carelessly tossing it into a basket by his side.
"But on the other hand, Dumnoff, it is my conviction that you are exceedingly drunk. No other hypothesis can account for your very singular remarks about me." "Oh, I am drunk, am I?" laughed the peasant. "It is very likely, and in that case I had better go to sleep. Good-night, and do not forget that you are to take me with you to Russia." "I will not forget," said the Count.
"You shall have it at the rate of a mark a day in the next five work days. You will get your pay this evening and that will be quite enough for you to get drunk with to-night." "That is true," said Dumnoff, thoughtfully. "Well, take it," he added, slipping the money into the other's outstretched palm. "Thank you," said the Cossack. "You are not so bad as you look, Dumnoff. Good-night."
"Then I will not run away either," said Dumnoff, the good side of his dull nature showing itself at last. With the utmost indifference to consequences he returned to the door, unlocked it, and strode through the midst of the people, who made way readily enough before him, after their late painful experience of his manner of making way for himself.
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