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Updated: May 19, 2025
When there comes weariness the divider, and calls the soul away to strange, distant parts, how is one to stay here? Don't forget your Masha; you won't find such another sweetheart, and I won't forget you, my dearie; but our life together's over! 'I loved you, Masha, Tchertop-hanov muttered into the fingers in which he had buried his face.... 'And I loved you, little friend Panteley Eremyitch.
'That's very likely.... Listen, Nikolai Eremyitch, Pavel began in despairing accents. 'For the last time, I beg you.... You force me to it can't stand it any longer. Let us alone, do you hear? or else, by God, it'll go ill with one or other of us I mean with you! The fat man flew into a rage. 'I'm not afraid of you! he shouted; 'do you hear, milksop?
Why should you worry yourself, after all?... Much better, indeed! 'Well, well! Nikolai Eremyitch. I lost my temper for a minute! That was nothing but talk. 'No, really, why?... 'Nonsense, I tell you.... I tell you I was joking. Well, take your three and a half; there's no doing anything with you. 'I ought to have got four, but I was in too great a hurry like an ass! muttered the fat man.
I got up again. A peasant of about thirty, of huge stature, came in a red-cheeked, vigorous-looking fellow, with brown hair, and a short curly beard. He crossed himself, praying to the holy image, bowed to the head-clerk, held his hat before him in both hands, and stood erect. 'Good day, Sidor, said the fat man, tapping with the reckoning beads. 'Good-day to you, Nikolai Eremyitch.
This was what I learned. Panteley Eremyitch Tchertop-hanov had the reputation in the whole surrounding vicinity of a dangerous, crack-brained fellow, haughty and quarrelsome in the extreme. He had served a very short time in the army, and had retired from the service through 'difficulties' with his superiors, with that rank which is generally regarded as equivalent to no rank at all.
'You might as well be married to me at once! jested Perfishka, giving the cook a dig in the ribs with his elbow. 'No fear! the master'll never come back to us; and here I shall be bored to death all alone! A year passed... a whole year: no news had come of Panteley Eremyitch.
And, indeed, what motive could he have to steal the horse which he had himself procured for his 'revered Panteley Eremyitch. Then Tchertop-hanov led him into the stable. Together they scrutinised the horse-boxes, the manger, and the lock on the door, turned over the hay and the straw, and then went into the courtyard.
The merchant handed the manager a small roll of notes, bowed, shook his head, picked up his hat with two fingers, shrugged his shoulders, and, with a sort of undulating motion, went out, his boots creaking after the approved fashion. Nikolai Eremyitch went to the wall, and, as far as I could make out, began sorting the notes handed him by the merchant.
Our business is trading, buying; it's our business to buy. That's what we live by, Nikolai Eremyitch, one may say. 'Eight roubles a measure, said the fat man emphatically. A sigh was audible. 'Nikolai Eremyitch, sir, you ask a heavy price. 'Impossible, Gavrila Antonitch, to do otherwise; I speak as before God Almighty; impossible. Silence followed.
The parish deacon got a letter from Panteley Eremyitch himself, in which he informed him of his intention of arriving at Bezsonovo, and asked him to prepare his servant to be ready for his immediate return. These words Perfishka understood to mean that he was to sweep up the place a bit.
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