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Updated: June 1, 2025
One scene I shall never forget: I was walking past, and I looked in at the window; Bela was sitting on the stove-couch, her head sunk on her breast, and Grigori Aleksandrovich was standing, facing her. "'Listen, my Peri, he was saying. 'Surely you know that you will have to be mine sooner or later why, then, do you but torture me? Is it that you are in love with some Chechene?
Grigori Aleksandrovich, as I think I have already mentioned, was passionately fond of hunting; he was always craving to be off into the forest after boars or wild goats but now it would be as much as he would do to go beyond the fortress rampart. All at once, however, I saw that he was beginning again to have fits of abstraction, walking about his room with his hands clasped behind his back.
"About six versts from the fortress there lived a certain 'friendly' prince. His son, a brat of about fifteen, was accustomed to ride over to visit us. Not a day passed but he would come, now for one thing, now for another. And, indeed, Grigori Aleksandrovich and I spoiled him. What a dare-devil the boy was! Up to anything, picking up a cap at full gallop, or bringing things down with his gun!
Such thoughts come only to the dying!... She lamented that she was not a Christian, that in the other world her soul would never meet the soul of Grigori Aleksandrovich, and that in Paradise another woman would be his companion. The thought occurred to me to baptize her before her death. I told her my idea; she looked at me undecidedly, and for a long time was unable to utter a word.
The usher bowed to him, looking over his pince-nez, politely and pleasantly, as if wishing to distinguish him from the others. "Captain Youri Demitrievitch-Dantchenko, merchant; Grigori Euphimitch Kouleshoff," etc. All but two were present. "Now please to come to the court, gentlemen," said the usher, pointing to the door, with an amiable wave of his hand.
How comes SHE to be on the list? That villain Sobakevitch must have sneaked her in without my knowing it." "'Grigori Goiezhai-ne-Doiedesh," he went on. "What sort of a man were YOU, I wonder? Were you a carrier who, having set up a team of three horses and a tilt waggon, left your home, your native hovel, for ever, and departed to cart merchandise to market?
"He took her by the hand and tried to induce her to kiss him. She defended herself feebly, and only repeated: 'Please! Please! You mustn't, you mustn't! "He went on to insist; she began to tremble and weep. "'I am your captive, she said, 'your slave; of course, you can compel me. "And then, again tears. "Grigori Aleksandrovich struck his forehead with his fist and sprang into the other room.
On our arrival at the fortress the devil put it into my head to repeat to Grigori Aleksandrovich all that I had heard when I was eavesdropping behind the fence. He laughed cunning fellow! and thought out a little plan of his own." "What was that? Tell me, please." "Well, there's no help for it now, I suppose. I've begun the story, and so I must continue.
He had one bad quality; he was terribly greedy for money. Once, for the fun of the thing, Grigori Aleksandrovich promised to give him a ducat if he would steal the best he-goat from his father's herd for him; and, what do you think? The very next night he came lugging it in by the horns!
'They are not at all the same as the Georgian or the Transcaucasian Tartar women not at all! They have their own principles, they are brought up differently. "Grigori Aleksandrovich smiled and began to whistle a march to himself." "AS things fell out, however," continued Maksim Maksimych, "I was right, you see. The presents produced only half an effect.
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