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"Yes, and many another man than he has run after me for his pleasure," continued Felitzata in a tone of reminiscence. This led Vologonov to cough, rise to his feet, lay his hand upon the woman's claret-coloured sleeve of satin, and say sternly: "Do you come into my room, for I have business to transact with you." As she complied she smiled and winked at me.
Oh God, wherefore hast Thou taken him from me?" Here Felitzata inclined her head upon her left shoulder contracted her brows over her mischievous eyes, clasped her hands to her breast, and fell into the lament: Oh, gone is my dove, my radiant moon! O star of mine eyes, thou hast set too soon!
And as Vologonov proceeded he grew unwontedly enthusiastic, and went so far as to clench his fists until presently he heaved a sigh, as though mentally hurt, and said frowningly and reproachfully to the woman: "Why did you never tell us this before? It was exceedingly negligent of you." Felitzata looked at the old man with sarcasm and sauciness gleaming in her brown eyes.
Only from the street was there grating through the shaded window the strong, roguish voice of Felitzata as it traced the strange, lugubrious word-pattern: With my bosom pressed to the warm, grey earth, To thee, grey earth, to thee, Oh my mother of old, I beseech thee, I who am a mother like thee, And a mother in pain, to enfold in thy arms This my son, this my dead son, this my ruby, This my drop of my heart's blood, this my
It may be said that Felitzata is a saucy, cunning procuress, and does her singing in a peculiarly thick and rasping voice which, with many croaks and hiatuses, necessitates much closing of the eyes, and a great protruding of the apple of the throat.
Yes, like bees on the step of a hive did they look, and on the great majority of faces, and in the great majority of eyes, there was quivering an air of tense, nervous expectancy. Only Vologonov was nudging Felitzata, and saying to her in a loud, authoritative tone: "Very ready are you to weep, but I should like first to hear the exact circumstances of the lad's death."
Abruptly, sternly, the old man inquired: "Did the lad ever complain of ill-health?" "No, never," Felitzata replied. "Never once did he speak of it never once." "And he had not been beaten?" "Oh, how can you ask me such a thing, and especially seeing that, that ?" "I did not say beaten by YOU."
Thenceforth, Felitzata visited Vologonov almost daily; and once during the time of two hours or so that the pair were occupied in drinking tea I heard, through the partition-wall, the old man say in vigorous, level, didactical tones: "These tales and rumours ought not to be dismissed save with caution. At least ought they to be given the benefit of the doubt.
But once when she and Antipa and I were seated gossiping at the entrance-gates, and I inquired of her whether Nilushka's father were still surviving, she replied in a careless way: "He is so, damn him!" "Then who is he?" Felitzata, as usual, licked her faded, but still comely, lips with the tip of her tongue before she replied: "A monk." "Ah!" Vologonov exclaimed with unexpected animation.
For, though all that he says may SEEM to us unintelligible, there may yet be enshrined therein a meaning, such as " "You say a meaning?" "Yes, a meaning which, eventually, will be vouchsafed to you in a vision. For example, you may one day see issue from a dense forest a man of God, and hear him cry aloud: Felitzata, Oh servant of God, Oh sinner most dark of soul " "What a croaking, to be sure!"
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