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"Offended, I suppose? I see. . . . You don't like to be told the truth. "But I notice that my presence is unwelcome. No one can eat or talk while I am here. . . . Well, you should have told me, and I would have gone away. . . . I will go." Zhilin gets up and walks with dignity to the door. As he passes the weeping Fedya he stops.
The cut of his face recalled Socrates; there was the same high, knobby forehead, the same little eyes, the same snub nose. We went into the cottage together. The same Fedya brought me some milk and black bread. Hor sat down on a bench, and, quietly stroking his curly beard, entered into conversation with me.
"Oh, that's it!" exclaimed the Little Russian. "And pray, who'd blame you for that? Fools!" "Both the fools and the wise are smeared with the same oil!" said Nikolay heavily. "Here are you a wise fellow, and Pavel, too. And do you mean to say that I am the same to you as Fedya Mazin or Samoylov, or as you two are to each other? Don't lie! I won't believe you, anyway.
Then she vanished, brothers, and at once it was plain to Gavrila how to get out of the forest.... Only since then he goes always sorrowful, as you see. 'Ugh! said Fedya after a brief silence; 'but how can such an evil thing of the woods ruin a Christian soul he did not listen to her? 'And I say! said Kostya. 'Gavrila said that her voice was as shrill and plaintive as a toad's.
And, Fedya, don't forget to have a service sung too for Glafira Petrovna; here's a silver rouble for you. Take it, take it, I want to pay for a service for her. I had no love for her in her lifetime, but all the same there's no denying she was a girl of character. She was a clever creature; and a good friend to you. And now go and God be with you, before I weary you."
No, not in such words would Kister have uttered to a devoted friend the secret of his love.... In overflowing happiness, in dumb rapture, with bright, blissful tears in his eyes would he have flung himself on his bosom.... 'Well, old man, queried Avdey, 'own up now you didn't expect it, and now you feel put out. Eh? jealous? Own up, Fedya. Eh? eh?
A small pot was hanging over one of the fires; in it potatoes were cooking. Pavlusha was looking after them, and on his knees he was trying them by poking a splinter of wood into the boiling water. Fedya was lying leaning on his elbow, and smoothing out the skirts of his coat. Ilyusha was sitting beside Kostya, and still kept blinking constrainedly.
He learnt fairly quickly, though he was often lazy; he never cried, but at times he was overtaken by a fit of savage obstinacy; then no one could soften him. Fedya loved no one among those around him.... Woe to the heart that has not loved in youth! Thus Ivan Petrovitch found him, and without loss of time he set to work to apply his system to him.
In the society of this governess, his aunt, and the old servant maid, Vassilyevna, Fedya spent four whole years.
Only mind what you're about over the ruts, and easy a little; don't tip the cart over, and upset the master's stomach! The other Horkies smiled at Fedya's sally. 'Lift Astronomer in! Mr. Polutikin called majestically. Fedya, not without amusement, lifted the dog, who wore a forced smile, into the air, and laid her at the bottom of the cart. Vasya let the horse go. We rolled away.
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