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One, two! There! you only make a sound! I'll cut your throat!" hissed Chelkash. "Mother of God Holy Virgin " muttered Gavrilo, shaking and numb with terror and exertion. The boat turned smoothly and went back toward the harbor, where the lights gathered more closely into a group of many colors and the straight stems of masts could be seen. "Hi! Who's shouting?" floated across again.
Respect, plenty, independence gladness! Chelkash heard him attentively, with a serious face and eyes filled with some dreamy thought. At times he smiled a smile of content. "Here we are!" Chelkash cried at last, interrupting Gavrilo. A wave caught up the boat and neatly drove it onto the sand. "Come, mate, now it's over. We must drag the boat up farther, so that it shouldn't get washed away.
It began to rain, at first slightly, but soon a steady, heavy downpour was falling in streams from the sky, weaving a regular network of fine threads of water that at once hid the steppe and the sea. Gavrilo vanished behind it. For a long while nothing was to be seen but the rain and the long figure of the man stretched on the sand by the sea. But suddenly Gavrilo ran back out of the rain.
"No I am not coming. I " Gavrilo gasped, and seemed choking with something. Within him there was raging a whole storm of desires, of words, of feelings, that swallowed up one another and scorched him as with fire. Chelkash looked at him in perplexity. "What's the matter with you?" he asked.
His hand sank into a sticky liquid, warm and red. He trembled and drew back, pale and distracted. "Get up, brother!" he whispered amid the noise of the falling rain into the ear of Tchelkache. Tchelkache came to himself and, repulsing Gavrilo, said in a hoarse voice: "Go away!" "Forgive me, brother: I was tempted by the devil . . ." continued Gavrilo, trembling and kissing Tchelkache's hand.
Gavrilo, come along! Are you hungry?" "I'm sleepy," answered Gavrilo, and five minutes later he was snoring in the dirty hold of the vessel, while Chelkash, sitting beside him, tried on somebody's boots. Dreamily spitting on one side, he whistled angrily and mournfully between his teeth.
How will you manage to work?" "Friend," stammered Gavrilo, "don't be afraid! I will serve you. Ah, how I'll serve you! Let me embrace you, come?" "That's right, that's right! . . . One more glass?" Gavrilo drank. Everything swam before his eyes in unequal waves. That was unpleasant and gave him nausea. His face had a stupid expression.
You, listen: If anyone speaks to us, keep still, if you value your skin. Do you understand?" "Alas!" hopelessly sighed Gavrilo, in response to this stern command, and he added: "It was my lot to be lost!" "Stop howling!" whispered Tchelkache. These words completely robbed Gavrilo of all understanding and he remained crushed under the chill presentiment of some misfortune.
Row firm, with all your might. You have a pretty profit, brother! The affair is half done, now there only remains to pass unseen under the eyes of those devils, and then you'll receive your money and fly to your Machka. . . You have a Machka, say, little one?" "N-no!" Gavrilo did not spare himself; his breast worked like a bellows and his arms like steel springs.
The time passed slowly, more slowly than crawled the clouds up in the sky. . . And the length of time augmented the agony of the silence. But just now behind the wall, the plashing of water was heard, then a rustling, and something like a whisper. Gavrilo was half dead from fright. "Hey, there! Are you asleep? Take this! Softly!" said Tchelkache's hoarse voice.
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