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"If you annoy her, I'll beat you to a jelly. And if you as much as touch her with a finger, I'll kill you like a fly. I am a simple man." His face, all his person, his knotty and muscular arms proved eloquently that killing a man would be a very simple thing for him. Iakov recoiled a step and said, in a choking voice: "Wait! That is for Malva to " "Keep quiet, that's all.
Evidently it was difficult for him to talk. The words stuck between his teeth. He stroked his beard and his hand trembled. Malva eyed him. Serejka had half closed one eye and with the other watched Iakov. Iakov was jubilant, but afraid of betraying himself; he was silent and lowered his head. "Don't forget your mother, Iakov. Remember, you are all she has."
Yonder, near the barrels, he saw Iakov and Serejka. Their faces were turned in his direction. "Get away with you! I could crush you!" He stopped and hissed insults in her face. His eyes were bloodshot, his beard trembled and his hands seemed to advance involuntarily towards Malva's hair, which emerged from beneath her shawl. She fixed her green eyes on him. "You deserve killing," he said.
"One does nothing good in my company," she said, half in jest, half seriously. "What a habit you have of scaring people," replied Iakov. "You'll see when your father ." This allusion to his father angered him. "What about my father? I'm not a boy. And I'm not blind, either. He's not a saint, either; he deprives himself of nothing. If you don't mind I'll steal you from my father." "You?"
At a distance he barks and threatens to bite, but when you get near him he puts his tail between his legs and runs away." "All right," cried Iakov, angrily. "Wait! you'll see what I am." Advancing towards them came a sunburnt, tattered and muscular-looking individual. He wore a ragged red shirt, his trousers were full of holes, and his feet were bare.
The stroke was so vigorous that the boat was carried up the beach on a wave, fell over on one side and then righted itself while the wave rolled back laughing into the sea. The rower jumped out on the beach, and going up to Vassili said: "How are you, father?" "Iakov!" cried Vassili, more surprised than pleased. They embraced three times.
"Try!" "What would you do?" "I'd give you such a box on the ear that you would fall into the water." "Let's see you do it" "Touch me if you dare!" Throwing his arm around her waist, he pressed her to his breast. "Here I am. Now box my ears." "Let me be, Iakov," she said, quickly, trying to disengage herself from his arms which trembled. "Where is the punishment you promised me?"
You are not the dog that will eat the lamb. If you get the bones you may be thankful." Iakov looked at Malva. Her green eyes laughed in a humiliating way at him and she fondled Serejka so that Iakov felt himself grow hot and cold. Then they went away side by side and both burst out laughing.
The father gave him a rapid glance and then turned away his eyes. Malva did not stir. Serejka moved his leg and raising his voice said: "Here's our dearly beloved son, Iakov, back from a distant shore." Then he added in his ordinary voice: "You should flay him alive and make drums with his skin." Malva laughed. "It's hot," said Iakov, sitting beside them.
Serejka sat down on the ground and seized the leg of Iakov, who was preparing to accompany Malva. "Stop! where are you going?" "Let me alone," said Iakov, making a forward movement. But Serejka had seized his other leg. "Sit down by my side." "Why? What new folly is this?" "It is not folly. Sit down." Iakov obeyed, grinding his teeth. "What do you want?" "Wait.
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