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Updated: May 31, 2025
Kapiton was released from the lumber-room; for, after all, he had an interest in the affair. Gerasim was sitting on the curbstone at the gates, scraping the ground with a spade. . . . From behind every corner, from behind every window-blind, the others were watching him. . . . The trick succeeded beyond all expectations.
Kapiton serenely surveyed his shabby, tattered coat and his patched trousers, and with special attention stared at his burst boots, especially the one on the tiptoe of which his right foot so gracefully poised, and he fixed his eyes again on the steward. "Well?" "Well?" repeated Gavrila. "Well? And then you say well?
You look like old Nick himself, God forgive my saying so, that's what you look like. Kapiton blinked rapidly. 'Go on abusing me, go on, if you like, Gavrila Andreitch, he thought to himself again. 'Here you've been drunk again, Gavrila began, 'drunk again, haven't you? Eh? Come, answer me!
In her house were not only laundresses, sempstresses, carpenters, tailors and tailoresses, there was even a harness-maker he was reckoned as a veterinary surgeon, too, and a doctor for the servants; there was a household doctor for the mistress; there was, lastly, a shoemaker, by name Kapiton Klimov, a sad drunkard.
The surgeon tore a page out of the album, and, writing out a prescription, gave him some advice as to what he could do besides. The peasant took the sheet of paper, gave Kapiton half-a-rouble, went out of the room, and took his seat in the cart.
For my part I think it would be better to give you a good hiding. But there it's her business. Well? are you agreeable?" Kapiton grinned. "Matrimony is an excellent thing for any one, Gavrila Andreitch; and, as far as I am concerned, I shall be quite agreeable." "Very well, then," replied Gavrila, while he reflected to himself: "There's no denying the man expresses himself very properly.
But on the other hand, that devil, God forgive me, has only got to find out they're marrying Tatiana to Kapiton, he'll smash up everything in the house, 'pon my soul! There's no reasoning with him; why, he's such a devil, God forgive my sins, there's no getting over him no how ... 'pon my soul! Kapiton's entrance broke the thread of Gavrila's reflections.
Only there's one thing," he pursued aloud: "the wife our lady's picked out for you is an unlucky choice." "Why, who is she, permit me to inquire?" "Tatiana." "Tatiana?" And Kapiton opened his eyes, and moved a little away from the wall. "Well, what are you in such a taking for? . . . Isn't she to your taste, hey?" "Not to my taste, do you say, Gavrila Andreitch?
This hospital consisted of what had once been the lodge of the manor-house; the lady of the manor had founded it herself; in other words, she ordered a blue board to be nailed up above the door with an inscription in white letters: 'Krasnogorye Hospital, and had herself handed to Kapiton a red album to record the names of the patients in.
The steward looked at her intently. 'Well, Taniusha, he said, 'would you like to be married? Our lady has chosen a husband for you. 'Yes, Gavrila Andreitch. And whom has she deigned to name as a husband for me? she added falteringly. 'Kapiton, the shoemaker. 'Yes, sir. 'He's a feather-brained fellow, that's certain. But it's just for that the mistress reckons upon you. 'Yes, sir.
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