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Updated: May 11, 2025
"A splendid, wonderful picture," said Kalashnikov. "Wonderful," he repeated, and motioned with his hand as though he wanted to take the reins instead of Elijah. The wind howled in the stove; something growled and squeaked as though a big dog had strangled a rat. "Ugh! the unclean spirits are abroad!" said Lyubka.
I'll keep droves of horses and flocks of sheep. . . ." Lyubka made no answer, but only looked at him with a guilty air, and asked: "And is it nice in Kuban, Merik?" He said nothing, but went to the chest, sat down, and sank into thought; most likely he was dreaming of Kuban. "It's time for me to be going," said Kalashnikov, getting up. "Filya must be waiting for me. Goodbye, Lyuba."
The bare birches and cherry-trees, unable to endure its rude caresses, bowed low down to the ground and wailed: "God, for what sin hast Thou bound us to the earth and will not let us go free?" "Wo!" said Kalashnikov sternly, and he got on his horse; one half of the gate was opened, and by it lay a high snowdrift. "Well, get on!" shouted Kalashnikov.
"The kingdom of heaven and peace everlasting to Andrey Grigoritch," said Kalashnikov, clinking glasses with Merik. "When he was alive we used to gather together here or at his brother Martin's, and my word! my word! what men, what talks! Remarkable conversations!
Kalashnikov had the dignified manners of a sedate and sensible man; he spoke weightily, and made the sign of the cross over his mouth every time he yawned, and no one could have supposed that this was a thief, a heartless thief who had stripped poor creatures, who had already been twice in prison, and who had been sentenced by the commune to exile in Siberia, and had been bought off by his father and uncle, who were as great thieves and rogues as he was.
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