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Updated: June 9, 2025
They like to torment, vengeance gives them pleasure. But later Egorka's mother took pity on him; she thought she had flogged him too hard. And now she walked up quietly to him. Egorka lay on the bench and moaned softly, then he grew silent. His mother smoothed his back awkwardly with her rough hands and left him. She thought he had gone to sleep. In the morning she went to wake him.
Egorka looked into the clear wooded distance: fear beset his heart, and he said quietly: "I am afraid." "What are you afraid of, silly boy?" asked Grisha affectionately. "I don't know. Something makes me afraid," said Egorka timidly. Grisha felt aggrieved. He sighed quietly and then said: "Well, go home, then, if you are afraid here." Egorka recalled his home, his mother, the town he lived in.
The dew fell on Egorka's feet, and its kisses gave him joy. The quiet children surrounded Egorka and Grisha and, all joining hands in one broad ring, carried the two boys with them in a swiftly moving dance. "My dear angels," shouted Egorka, twirling and rejoicing, "you have bright little faces, you have clean little eyes, you have white little hands, you have light little feet!
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?
She chased Egorka from the ante-room into the servants' room, because during the approach of the storm he would not stop giggling with the maids. The storm approached majestically, with the dull distant noise of the thunder, with a storm of sand, when suddenly there was a flash of lightning over the village and a sharp clap of thunder.
I ask you, what the devil could you want more, my scoundrel friends? Now, then, let us prepare to devour Egorka Vaviloff, because all this is his blood and body!" They spread some old clothes on the ground, setting the delicacies and the drink on them, and sat around the feast, solemnly and quietly, but almost unable to control the craving for drink that shone in their eyes.
Kirsha waited in the garden and he seemed earthly and dark among the white, quiet children. They walked quickly upon the Navii path like gliding, nocturnal shadows, one after another, the whole ten of them, with Grisha leading. The dew fell upon their naked feet, and the ground under their feet was soft, warm, and sad. Egorka awoke in his grave. It was dark and somewhat stuffy.
"Maybe I do know. Now tell me." "Would you like to know?" asked Grisha with a smile. It was a tranquil smile. Egorka was about to stick his tongue out in response, but changed his mind for some reason. They began to converse, to exchange whispers.
"You'll blab it out," said one of the girls. She had dark, infinitely deep eyes; her thin, bare arms were always folded obstinately across her breast. She spoke even less than the other quiet children, and of all human words she liked "no" most. "No, I shan't blab anything," asserted Egorka. "I shan't even tell any one where I have been; I shall put all these words under lock and key."
Aristid Fomich, I remember now. They were left at the High Court of Justice at the time when I came into possession." "Get along, Egorka! It is to your own interest to show me the plan, the title-deeds, and everything you have immediately. You will probably clear at least a hundred roubles over this, do you understand?"
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