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I will do nothing of the sort. What do you mean, Aristid Fomich? Keep your appetite for the next feast! I am not afraid of you now ..." Kuvalda looked at the clock. "I give you ten minutes, Egorka, for your idiotic talk. Finish your nonsense by that time and give me what I demand. If you don't I will devour you! Kanets has sold you something?
After him, Kanets appeared from some corner a dark, sad-looking, silent drunkard: then the former governor of the prison, Luka Antonovitch Martyanoff, a man who existed on "remeshok," "trilistika," and "bankovka,"* and many such cunning games, not much appreciated by the police.
You may be right, but then how could I or any of you defend ourselves if we did away with all these feelings?" "Now then, you are talking sense," says the teacher encouragingly. "We want other feelings and other views on life . . . We want something new. . .because we ourselves are a novelty in this life. . . ." "Doubtless this is most important for us," remarks the teacher. "Why?" asks Kanets.
We have nothing more to wait for ... except the reward that I shall get out out of Egorka,..." said the Captain, looking angrily at the eating-house. "So our peaceful life under the roof of Judas has come to an end. Judas will now turn us out.... So do not say that I have not warned you." Kanets smiled sadly. "What are you laughing at, jailer?" Kuvalda asked. "Where shall I go then?"
After him, Kanets appeared from some corner a dark, sad-looking, silent drunkard: then the former governor of the prison, Luka Antonovitch Martyanoff, a man who existed on "remeshok," "trilistika" and "bankovka," * and many such cunning games, not much appreciated by the police. Well-known games or chance, played by the lower classes. The police specially endeavor to stop them, but unsuccessfully.
Kanets speaks, and it seems as if he were hammering their heads. "All these are foolish illusions ... fiddle-sticks!" It was strange to see them reasoning in this manner, these outcasts from life, tattered, drunken with vodki and wickedness, filthy and forlorn. Such conversations rejoiced the Captain's heart.
We have nothing more to wait for . . . except the reward that I shall get out out of Egorka, . . ." said the Captain, looking angrily at the eating-house. "So our peaceful life under the roof of Judas has come to an end. "Judas will now turn us out . . . So do not say that I have not warned you." Kanets smiled sadly. "What are you laughing at, jailer?" Kuvalda asked. "Where shall I go then?"
Kanets speaks, and it seems as if he were hammering their heads. "All these are foolish illusions . . . fiddlesticks!" It was strange to see them reasoning in this manner, these outcasts from life, tattered, drunken with vodki and wickedness, filthy and forlorn. Such conversations rejoiced the Captain's heart.
You may be right, but then how could I or any of you defend ourselves if we did away with all these feelings?" "Now then, you are talking sense," says the teacher, encouragingly. "We want other feelings and other views on life.... We want something new ... because we ourselves are a novelty in this life...." "Doubtless this is most important for us," remarks the teacher. "Why?" asks Kanets.
I will do nothing of the sort. What do you mean, Aristid Fomich? Keep your appetite for the next feast! I am not afraid of you now. . . ." Kuvalda looked at the clock. "I give you ten minutes, Egorka, for your idiotic talk." "Finish your nonsense by that time and give me what I demand. If you don't I will devour you! Kanets has sold you something?
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