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Updated: May 8, 2025
Next Peter said to his brother: "Have you noticed that the water-butts are rotted? Oh, that fine Yakinika! He ought long ago to have been dismissed." "Who is that young man over there?" Jonah repeated with an air of asperity. "The son of his father and mother," Gubin replied quietly, and without so much as a glance at the brothers. "Well, come along," snuffled Peter with a drawling of his vowels.
All this happened at midnight, or thereabouts, but neither of us was yet asleep, owing to the fact that Gubin had been telling me some interesting stories concerning the town and its families and inhabitants.
"It is high time that we were moving. It doesn't matter who the young man may be." And with that they slip-slopped across to the entrance gates, while Gubin gazed after them with knitted brows, and as the brothers were disappearing through the wicket said carelessly: "The old sheep!
A singular devotion to duty marked every action of Emanuel Gubin, shipping clerk in the wholesale cloak and suit establishment of Potash & Perlmutter. That is to say, it had marked every action until the commencement of Miss Kreitmann's incumbency. In the very hour that Emanuel first observed the luster of her fine black eyes his heart gave one bound and never more regained its normal gait.
And what makes her care the less that I should stray in that direction is that she yearns for me to bear her a child, a grandchild, as an heir to her property." Next, Gubin was heard saying within the room: "Whensoever an offence is done against the law I..."
Yet while the gait was the gait of a person full of suppressed fury, it was also the gait of a person who can scarcely see an inch in advance. "Haul away, you!" shouted Gubin. I hauled him up in a state of cold and wet; whereafter he fell to stamping around the coping of the well, cursing, and waving his arms. "What have you been thinking of all this time?" he vociferated.
Beside me the uncouth, broken-down Gubin went on in hoarse accents: "You must know that she is Petrushka's THIRD wife, a woman whom he took to himself from the family of a merchant of Murom. Yet the town has it that not only Petrushka, but also Jonah, makes use of her that she acts as wife to both brothers, and therefore lacks children.
He had just fired Mannie Gubin with a relish and satisfaction second only to what would have been his sensations if the operation had been directed toward Miss Kreitmann. As he was about to leave the show-room Abe entered. "Oh, Mawruss," Abe cried, "you ought to see Miss Kreitmann. She's all broke up about Mannie Gubin, and she's crying something terrible." "Is she?"
Because of that Miss Kreitmann. She breaks us all up, Abe. I bet yer if that feller Gubin has took her to the theayter once, Abe, he took her fifty times already. He spends every cent he makes on her, and the first thing you know, Abe, we'll be missing a couple of pieces of silk from the cutting-room. Ain't it?"
Yet though, meanwhile, I tried to ponder on something great, I never failed to find myself cherishing the absurd, obstinate apprehension that soon the Birkins would leave their beds, enter the courtyard, and have Nadezhda betrayed to them by Gubin. And throughout there kept descending to me from above the latter's inarticulate, as it were damp-sodden, observations. "Another rat!"
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