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Updated: May 19, 2025
I live at Bezsonovo, and so you can take proceedings against me, when you think fit and against the Jew too, while you're about it! 'Why take proceedings? said a grey-bearded, decent-looking peasant, bowing low, the very picture of an ancient patriarch. 'We know your honour, Panteley Eremyitch, well; we thank your honour humbly for teaching us better!
He did not, however, put much confidence in the news; he was convinced, though, that the deacon had spoken the truth, when a few days later Panteley Eremyitch in person appeared in the courtyard, riding on Malek-Adel.
'It's I, your groom, Perfishka. 'What do you want? Is he found? has he run home? 'No, Panteley Eremyitch; but that Jew chap who sold him.... 'Well? 'He's come. 'Ho-ho-ho-ho-ho! yelled Tchertop-hanov, and he at once flung open the door. 'Drag him here! drag him along!
Pavel dashed forward with uplifted fists, and the clerk rolled heavily on the floor. 'Handcuff him, handcuff him, groaned Nikolai Eremyitch.... I won't take upon myself to describe the end of this scene; I fear I have wounded the reader's delicate susceptibilities as it is. The same day I returned home.
'Fedyushka! eh, Fedyushka! always asleep, said the head. The clerk on duty opened his eyes and got up from his seat. 'Nikolai Eremyitch has gone to the mistress? 'Yes, Vassily Nikolaevitch. 'Ah! ah! thought I; 'this is he, the head cashier. The head cashier began walking about the room. He really slunk rather than walked, and altogether resembled a cat.
'Oh, how thin and old he's grown in a year; and what a stern, grim face! One would have thought Panteley Eremyitch would have been rejoicing, that he had gained his end; and he was rejoicing, certainly... and yet Perfishka's heart sank: he even felt a sort of dread.
'Nikolai Eremyitch, mistress wants you. 'Who's with the mistress? he asked the page. 'Aksinya Nikitishna, and a merchant from Venev. 'I'll be there this minute. And you, mates, he continued in a persuasive voice, 'better move off out of here with the newly-appointed stoker; if the German pops in, he'll make a complaint for certain.
'And what am I to do now without Malek-Adel? Tchertop-hanov brooded. 'I've lost my last pleasure now; it's time to die. Buy another horse, seeing the money has come? But where find another horse like that? 'Panteley Eremyitch! Panteley Eremyitch! he heard a timid call at the door. Tchertop-hanov jumped on to his feet. 'Who is it? he shouted in a voice not his own.
The Jew promptly obeyed, rolled off the horse like a sack, and keeping hold of the rein with one hand, he approached Tchertop-hanov, smiling and bowing. 'What do you want? Panteley Eremyitch inquired with dignity. 'Your ex-shelency, deign to look what a horse! said the Jew, never ceasing to bow for an instant. 'Er... well... the horse is all right. Where did you get it from?
On a table near the bed stood an empty spirit bottle, and at the head of the bed were two water-colour sketches pinned to the wall; one represented, as far as could be made out, a fat man with a guitar in his hand probably Nedopyuskin; the other portrayed a horseman galloping at full speed.... The horse was like those fabulous animals which are sketched by children on walls and fences; but the carefully washed-in dappling of the horse's grey coat, and the cartridge pocket on the rider's breast, the pointed toes of his boots, and the immense moustaches, left no room for doubt this sketch was meant to represent Panteley Eremyitch riding on Malek-Adel.
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