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"Let go or take care!" "Oh, stop your threats luscious strawberry that you are!" He drew her to him and pressed his thick lips into her sunburnt cheek. She gave a wild laugh of defiance, seized Iakov's arms and suddenly, with a quick movement of her whole body threw herself forward. They fell into the water enlaced, forming a single heavy mass, and disappeared under the splashing foam.
He seized a saucepan that was lying on the ground and disappeared behind the fishing nets. Malva and the peasant followed him. "Well, my fine young fellow, I brought you to your father, didn't I?" said Malva, brushing up against Iakov's robust figure.
Serejka had told Iakov that his father was angry with him on account of Malva, and that he had threatened to beat Malva until she was half dead. He also said that was the reason she resisted Iakov's advances. This story had excited Iakov's resentment against his father. He now looked upon him as an obstacle in his road that he could neither remove nor get around.
Then she laughed: "How you went on when you saw him. It was so funny!" "Funny, eh?" The sand crunched under Iakov's steps and they had to suspend their conversation. Iakov had brought a bag which he threw into a corner. He cast a hostile look at the young woman. She went on munching her seeds. Vassili, seating himself on the woodbin, said with a forced smile: "What made you think of coming?"
"What's that to you?" she replied dryly, without stirring. He lighted a cigarette, was silent a moment and then said in a friendly tone: "What a funny woman you are! First you run away from everybody, and then you throw yourself round everyone's neck." "Not round yours," said Malva, carelessly. "Not mine, perhaps, but round Iakov's." "It makes you envious." "Hum! do you want me to speak frankly?"
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