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In any case he frowned, vigorously twirled his dark moustache, and exclaimed: "I must humbly ask you not to express yourself." Later, at home, Irinushka was scolded for her behaviour, regarded as untactful by Priest Zakrasin. The priest's wife was especially angry. Poor Irinushka even cried several times. But this was later.
This song was an illustration appropriate to the discussions on village tendencies. It achieved a great success. Irinushka was profusely praised and thanked for it. Irinushka blushed, and regretted that she knew no other songs of the same kind. Then Trirodov read his story of a beautiful and exultant love. He read simply and calmly, not as actors read.
They sat motionless, looked at the parish-school girl with eyes dilated with fear, and hissed. The parish-school girl, overcome with fright, grew silent. Only the hissing could be heard in the dining-room. Even the constables began to smile at the friendly hissing of the Cadets of both sexes. When they had finished hissing, Irinushka said almost tranquilly: "We didn't whisper anything criminal.
I only said about you, Mr. Constable, that you were fascinatingly handsome with your dark hair." When she saw that the Rameyev sisters were laughing, Irinushka turned to Elisaveta: "You do agree with me, Vetochka, that the constable is a fascinatingly handsome man?" The constable flushed. He was not sure whether the blushing girl was laughing at him or in earnest.
The parish-school girl, Irinushka, looking slender, fresh, and red, like a newly washed carrot, moved her ears in her fright a faculty which her companions envied her intensely and whispered something to the priest's wife.
Notwithstanding her Constitutional Democratic convictions, she was a real priest's spouse, a housewifely, loquacious, timorous creature. Priest Zakrasin's sister, Irina Matveyevna, or Irinushka as every one called her, was a parish-school girl who had been won over to the cause by the priest's wife; she was young, rosy, and slender, and greatly resembled her brother.
Irinushka, blushing furiously, sang with much expression the new popular song to his accompaniment: Once I loved a learned student, I admit I wasn't prudent; On the day I married him The village feasted to the brim. Vodka every one was drinking, All were doing loud thinking How to make the masters toil, And amongst us share their soil. Suddenly there came a copper Right into our hut a-flopper!
The priest's wife found herself an arm-chair in the dining-room, but she was not any more comfortable in it. Terrified in her arm-chair, she trembled like jelly. With pale lips she whispered to the parish-school girl she had won over to the cause: "Irinushka, dearest, think of it they are going to search us!"
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