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What are you crying for?" asked Tyapa, sadly. But the teacher was crying as if the tears quieted and comforted him. From this day they became friends, and the "creatures that once were men," seeing them together, said: "The teacher is friendly with Tyapa ... He wishes his money. Kuvalda must have put this into his head ... To look about to see where the old man's fortune is ..."
"Just so; but then there are men who have neither money nor conscience." "Were you just like what you are now when you were young?" asked Kuvalda simply. The other's nostrils twitched. Ivan Andreyevitch sighed, passed his hand over his eyes and said: "Oh! When I was young I had to undergo a great many difficulties ... Work! Oh! I did work!" "And you cheated, too, I suppose?" "People like you?
For a moment the body hung as if it would fall to the ground, and hide itself beneath the earth, away from these foolish and wicked disturbers of its peace. "Take him away!" ordered the Inspector, pointing to the Captain. Kuvalda silently moved forward without protestation, passing the cart on which was the teacher's body. He bowed his head before it without looking.
"My first Deaconess used to buy twelve arshins for her clothes, but the second one only ten. And so on even in the matter of provisions and food." Paltara Taras smiled guiltily. Turning his head towards the Deacon and looking straight at him, he said, with conviction: "I had a wife once, too." "Oh! That happens to everyone," remarked Kuvalda; "but go on with your lies."
Nobles? I should just think so! They used to grovel at my feet!" "You only went in for robbing, not murder, I suppose?" asked the Captain. Petunikoff turned pale, and hastily changed the subject. "You are a bad host. You sit while your guest stands." "Let him sit, too," said Kuvalda. "But what am I to sit on?" "On the earth . . . it will take any rubbish . . ."
"Just because...." "And I will take a stone and hit you on the head," the young man answered respectfully. Martyanoff would have broken his bones, had not Kuvalda interrupted with: "Leave him alone.... Is this a home to you or even to us? You have no sufficient reason to break his teeth for him. You have no better reason than he for living with us."
What are you crying for?" asked Tyapa sadly. But the teacher was crying as if the tears quieted and comforted him. From this day they became friends, and the "creatures that once were men," seeing them together, said: "The teacher is friendly with Tyapa . . . He wishes his money. Kuvalda must have put this into his head . . . To look about to see where the old man's fortune is. . . ."
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?
But he was one against many, and, without taking any notice, they all entered and stood there, reeking of vodki, silent and evil-looking. Kuvalda glanced at them, then at the authorities, who were angry at the intrusion of these ragamuffins, and said, smilingly, "Gentlemen, perhaps you would like to make the acquaintance of my lodgers and friends? Would you?
Silence reigned once more. The cloudy sky threatened thunder, and the earth was covered with the thick darkness of an autumn night. "Let us go on drinking!" proposed Kuvalda, filling up the glasses. "I will go and see if he wants anything," said Tyapa. "He wants a coffin!" jeered the Captain. "Don't speak about that," begged Abyedok in a low voice. Meteor rose and followed Tyapa.
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