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Updated: June 9, 2025
"I feel inclined to commit a murder," declared Martyanoff, laughing his dull laugh. "Upon whom?" asked Abyedok, edging away from him. "It's all the same to me . . . Petunikoff . . . Egorka or even you!" "And why?" inquired Kuvalda. "I want to go to Siberia . . . I have had enough of this vile life . . . one learns how to live there!"
"I feel inclined to commit a murder," declared Martyanoff, laughing his dull laugh. "Upon whom?" asked Abyedok, edging away from him. "It's all the same to me ... Petunikoff ... Egorka ... or even you!" "And why?" inquired Kuvalda. "I want to go to Siberia ... I have had enough of this vile life ... one learns how to live there!"
Egorka noticed that Grisha kept apart from the others, the cheerful, noisy children; that he did not play with them, and that he spoke little not that he was afraid, or deliberately turned aside, but simply because it seemed to arrange itself, and it was natural for him to be alone, radiant and sad.
He seized one piece of clothing after another and dressed as hastily and nervously as Vera had done as she prepared to go to the precipice. He rang for Egorka, from whom he learnt that everybody except Vera, who was not well, had driven to Mass. In wild agitation he dashed across to the old house. There was no response when he knocked at Vera's door.
Yakob himself paraded in a dress coat and a white necktie, while Egorka, Petrushka and Stepka, the latter of whom had been fetched from the village and had not yet found his legs, had been put into old liveries which did not fit them and smelt of moth. The dining-room and the reception room had been fumigated just before the meal.
It used to be that I'd beat him and put a bit of salt on afterwards, and nothing would come of it and here I've hit him with a little twig and he, my handsome darling, my little angel...." Egorka heard her groans and wondered at his fettered helplessness and immobility. He seemed to hear the noise of some one else's body he realized that it was his own as it was put on the floor to be washed.
We have nothing more to wait for ... except the reward that I shall get out out of Egorka,..." said the Captain, looking angrily at the eating-house. "So our peaceful life under the roof of Judas has come to an end. Judas will now turn us out.... So do not say that I have not warned you." Kanets smiled sadly. "What are you laughing at, jailer?" Kuvalda asked. "Where shall I go then?"
He was of middle height and had a bald head, gray hair, and straight mustaches 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.
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 fry 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 with excitement.
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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