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Updated: June 3, 2025
Hold your spoon properly! You wait. I'll show you, you horrid boy! Don't dare to whimper! Look straight at me!" Fedya tries to look straight at him, but his face is quivering and his eyes fill with tears. "A-ah! . . . you cry? You are naughty and then you cry? Go and stand in the corner, you beast!" "But . . . let him have his dinner first," his wife intervenes. "No dinner for him!
He says it was a big, big creature, dark, wrapped up, just like a tree; you could not make it out well; it seemed to hide away from the moon, and kept staring and staring with its great eyes, and winking and winking with them.... 'Ugh! exclaimed Fedya with a slight shiver, and a shrug of the shoulders; 'pfoo.
Why, if he was so jealous, as I see things he should have shown it sooner, but he lets it go on for months. And then to call him out, reckoning on Fedya not fighting because he owed him money! What baseness! What meanness! I know you understand Fedya, my dear count; that, believe me, is why I am so fond of you. Few people do understand him. He is such a lofty, heavenly soul!"
Pavel threw another handful of twigs on to the fire. 'Perhaps, he said at last. 'But tell us, please, Pavlusha, began Fedya, 'what was seen in your parts at Shalamovy at the heavenly portent? 'When the sun could not be seen? Yes, indeed. 'Were you frightened then? 'Yes; and we weren't the only ones.
I go from behind the screen to the deacon to enter my name, and sniff at my sleeves. The dusk of the church no longer seems gloomy, and I look indifferently, without malice, at Mitka. "What is your name?" the deacon asks. "Fedya." "And your name from your father?" "I don't know." "What is your papa's name?" "Ivan Petrovitch." "And your surname?" I make no answer. "How old are you?" "Nearly nine."
I was sorry to part from the old man. I took my seat with Kalinitch in the trap. 'Well, good-bye, Hor good luck to you, I said; 'good-bye, Fedya. 'Good-bye, your honour, good-bye; don't forget us. We started; there was the first red glow of sunset. 'It will be a fine day to-morrow, I remarked looking at the clear sky.
'I say factory-hands! 'Well, how did you hear it, then? asked Fedya. 'It was like this.
'But I assure you.... 'You 're in love with her, Fedya, Lutchkov remarked sarcastically. 'Not at all. I never even thought of it. 'Fedya, you're in love with her! 'What nonsense! As if one couldn't... 'You're in love with her, friend of my heart, beetle on my hearth, Avdey Ivanovitch chanted drawling. 'Ah, Avdey, you really ought to be ashamed! Kister said with vexation.
"The soup is very good to-day," the governess ventures timidly. "Oh, you think so?" says Zhilin, looking at her angrily from under his eyelids. "Every one to his taste, of course. It must be confessed our tastes are very different, Varvara Vassilyevna. Yes!" Fedya, a boy of seven with a pale, sickly face, leaves off eating and drops his eyes. His face grows paler still.
'Did your father tell you that himself? Fedya went on. 'Yes. I was lying in the loft; I heard it all. 'It's a strange thing. Why should he be sorrowful?... But I suppose she liked him, since she called him. 'Ay, she liked him! put in Ilyusha. 'Yes, indeed! she wanted to tickle him to death, that's what she wanted. That's what they do, those russalkas.
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