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Makar Kuzmitch is silent and remains motionless, then he takes a handkerchief out of his pocket and begins to cry. "Come, what is it?" Erast Ivanitch comforts him. "Give over. Fie, he is blubbering like a woman! You finish my head and then cry. Take up the scissors!" Makar Kuzmitch takes up the scissors, stares vacantly at them for a minute, then drops them again on the table.
His hands are shaking. "I can't," he says. "I can't do it just now. I haven't the strength! I am a miserable man! And she is miserable! We loved each other, we had given each other our promise and we have been separated by unkind people without any pity. Go away, Erast Ivanitch! I can't bear the sight of you." "So I'll come to-morrow, Makarushka. You will finish me to-morrow." "Right."
There is a squeaking sound from the invalid bell and an elderly man in a tanned sheepskin and high felt over-boots walks into the shop. His head and neck are wrapped in a woman's shawl. This is Erast Ivanitch Yagodov, Makar Kuzmitch's godfather. At one time he served as a watchman in the Consistory, now he lives near the Red Pond and works as a locksmith.
He puts the scissors down on the table and begins rubbing his nose with his fist. "I had intentions," he says. "It's impossible, Erast Ivanitch. I . . . I am in love with her and have made her the offer of my heart . . . . And auntie promised.
"But how's this, Erast Ivanitch?" says Makar Kuzmitch, pale, astonished, and shrugging his shoulders. "It's . . . it's utterly impossible. Why, Anna Erastovna . . . why I . . . why, I cherished sentiments for her, I had intentions. How could it happen?" "Why, we just went and betrothed her. He's a good fellow." Cold drops of perspiration come on the face of Makar Kuzmitch.
"What do you want?" Makar Kuzmitch asks him coldly. "Finish cutting my hair, Makarushka. There is half the head left to do." "Kindly give me the money in advance. I won't cut it for nothing." Without saying a word Erast Ivanitch goes out, and to this day his hair is long on one side of the head and short on the other.
"You calm yourself and I will come to you early in the morning." Erast Ivanitch has half his head shaven to the skin and looks like a convict. It is awkward to be left with a head like that, but there is no help for it. He wraps his head in the shawl and walks out of the barber's shop. Left alone, Makar Kuzmitch sits down and goes on quietly weeping. Early next morning Erast Ivanitch comes again.
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