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Updated: June 9, 2025
"Go and tell Egorka to run into the village and say to the Starost that we are going over there." In the garden his aunt showed him every tree and every bush, led him through the alleys, looked down from the top of the precipice into the brushwood, and went with him into the village. It was a warm day, and the winter corn waved gently in the pleasant breeze.
The little girl who always said "No" took Egorka by the hand and led him away. They went back by the same road as they came. The darkness closed after them. Egorka remained with the quiet children. He had no passport, and his life was different. Trirodov returned home. Like one returned from a grave, he felt happy and light-hearted. His heart was consumed with exultation and resolution.
Many, many gentle, cool hands stretched out to him; they took him, helped him up and lifted him out. He stood in a circle. They looked at him. His arms again folded themselves across his breast, as in the grave as, if the habit had been assimilated for ages. One of the little girls rearranged them and straightened them out. Suddenly Egorka asked: "What is this? A little grave?"
Once Egorka and Grisha, on being left by themselves, went strolling together through a little wood which was all permeated with light. The wood grew denser and denser. They came to two tall, straight trees. A bronze rod was suspended between them, and upon the rod, on rings, hung a dark red silk curtain. The light breeze caused the thin draperies to flutter.
I will do nothing of the sort. What do you mean, Aristid Fomich? Keep your appetite for the next feast! I am not afraid of you now ..." Kuvalda looked at the clock. "I give you ten minutes, Egorka, for your idiotic talk. Finish your nonsense by that time and give me what I demand. If you don't I will devour you! Kanets has sold you something?
That same evening when Egorka left with Grisha, his mother suddenly missed him. She shouted a long time and cursed and threatened; but as there was no response she became frightened. "Perhaps he's been drowned," she thought. She ran among her neighbours, wailing and lamenting. "My boy's gone. I can't find him anywhere. I simply don't know where else to look.
He slept somewhere at night, and he felt intensely happy on opening his eyes next morning, having been awakened by the twitter of birds which shook the dew from the pliant tree-limbs; then he played with the cheerful boys and listened to music. Sometimes the white Grisha left Egorka all by himself. Then he again reappeared.
He will give it ... Use your brains... What else can he do? But look here, Egorka, mind you don't go in for doing it on the cheap. They are sure to try to buy you off. Don't sell yourself cheap. They will probably use threats, but rely upon us..." The Captain's eyes were alight with happiness, and his face red with excitement.
"Listen, to-night is love's night. Do you hear the sighs, the kisses, the breath of passion?" "Let me go! Let me go! I shall fall." "Away from here," he cried, loosening his grasp and drawing a deep breath. Like a madman he ran across the garden and the flower garden into the yard, where Egorka was washing his hands and face at the spring. "Bring my trunk," he cried. "I am going to St.
Yes, the face of that young swindler shows that be 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!
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