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Grisha replied: "This is your grave, but you will be with us and with our master." "And the grave?" asked Egorka. "We will fill it up again," replied Grisha. The boys began to fill up the grave. Egorka looked on in quiet astonishment as lumps of earth fell into the grave and the little mound kept on growing. The ground was smoothed down and the cross placed as before.
Yes, the face of that young swindler shows that he has got what he wanted... I wonder how much Egorka has got out of them. He has evidently taken something... He is just the same sort of rogue that they are ... they are all tarred with the same brush. He has got some money, and I'm damned if I did not arrange the whole thing for him!
Without any further words, Egorka, ten per cent. of it for my discovery, four per cent. to the teacher for writing the petition, one 'vedro' of vodki to all of us, and refreshments all round. Give me the money now, the vodki and refreshments will do at eight o'clock." Vaviloff turned purple with rage, and stared at Kuvalda with wide-open eyes. "This is humbug! This is robbery!
He waited for his companions, but for some reason none of them was to be seen. He stood alone there, now listening to this, now looking at that. He suddenly espied on the other side of the hedge an unknown quiet boy, who all in white was looking at him. Egorka asked in astonishment: "Where do you come from?" "You can never know," said Grisha. "Don't be too sure of that!" shouted Egorka gaily.
He was of middle height, and had a bald head, grey hair, and straight moustaches like tooth-brushes. Upright and neat in his clean jacket, he showed by every movement that he was an old soldier. "Egorka, show me the lease and plan of your house," demanded Kuvalda, impatiently. "I have shown it you before." Vaviloff looked up suspiciously and closely scanned the Captain's face.
Still wrapt in his radiant sadness, Egorka looked at his mother with astonished eyes. He cried plaintively: "Mamma, what are you doing?" But, already seized by the rough hand, the little body that had been washed by the still waters began to struggle on the knees of the harshly crying woman. It was painful, and Egorka sobbed in a shrill voice.
The village elder she did indeed address as Stepan Vassilich, but the others were to her Matroshka, Mashutka, Egorka and so on. The unlucky individual whom she addressed with his Christian name and patronymic knew that a storm was impending. "Here, Egor Prokhorich! where were you all day yesterday?" Or "Simeon Vassilich, you smoked a pipe yesterday in the hayrick. Take care!"
Without any further words, Egorka, ten per cent. of it for my discovery, four per cent. to the teacher for writing the petition, one 'vedro' of vodki to all of us, and refreshments all round. Give me the money now, the vodki and refreshments will do at eight o'clock." Vaviloff turned purple with rage, and stared at Kuvalda with wide-open eyes. "This is humbug! This is robbery!
In the ante-room there sat idly the melancholy Yakob, Egorka, who was sixteen and always laughing, with two or three lackeys. Yakob did nothing but wait at table, where he idly flicked away the flies, and as idly changed the plates. He was almost too idle to speak, and when the visitors addressed him he answered in a tone indicating excessive boredom or a guilty conscience.
Upon seeing him again they would say: "There goes our detective!" Of the uniformed police the first to make inquiries at Trirodov's colony was a sergeant. He was fairly drunk It happened on the same day that Egorka returned home to his mother. The sergeant entered the outer courtyard, the gates of which happened to have been left open by chance. A strong smell of vodka came from him.
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