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Updated: June 25, 2025
"We worked on the same paper . . . he is very unlucky . . . I said, 'Stay in my house, you are not in the way, . . . but he begged me to send him 'home. He was so excited about it that I brought him here, thinking it might do him good . . . Home! This is it, isn't it?" "Do you suppose he has a home anywhere else?" asked Kuvalda, roughly, looking at his friend. "Tyapa, fetch me some cold water."
Kuvalda, with one stroke of his fist in the other's chest, sent him spinning, and he fell to the ground. He was unconscious for almost half-an-hour, and when he came to himself Kuvalda compelled him to eat the hair he had torn from the teacher's head. He ate it, preferring this to being beaten to death.
Then they began beating each other brutally, and drank till they had drunk everything which they could pawn to the indulgent Vaviloff. And thus they passed the autumn days in open wickedness, in suffering which was eating their hearts out, unable to rise out of this vicious life and in dread of the still crueller days of winter. Kuvalda in such cases came to their assistance with his philosophy.
Kuvalda got up and went to the entrance. "Is this a lodging-house?" asked someone, in a trembling voice. "Yes. Belonging to Aristid Kuvalda . . ." said the Captain, roughly. "Oh! Did a reporter, one Titoff, live here?" "Aha! Have you brought him?" "Yes. . . ." "Drunk?" "Ill." "That means he is very drunk. Ay, teacher! Now, then, get up!"
Then they began beating each other brutally, and drank till they had drunk everything which they could pawn to the indulgent Vaviloff. And thus they passed the autumn days in open wickedness, in suffering which was eating their hearts out, unable to rise out of this vicious life and in dread of the still crueller days of winter. Kuvalda in such cases came to their assistance with his philosophy.
And to-day, as always, the red building stands out before the eyes of Aristid Kuvalda, so plain, so massive, and clinging so strongly to the earth, that it seems to be sucking away all its life. It appears to be laughing coldly at the Captain with its gaping walls. The sun pours its rays on them as generously as it does on the miserable hovels of the main street.
Besides that, whenever he fought or quarrelled, he was assisted by Martyanoff, who was accustomed during a general fight to stand silently and sadly back to back with Kuvalda, when he became an all-destroying and impregnable engine of war. Once when Simtsoff was drunk, he rushed at the teacher for no reason whatever, and getting hold of his head tore out a bunch of hair.
There was also a foolish young man called Kuvalda Meteor. One night he came to sleep in the dosshouse, and had remained ever since among these men, much to their astonishment. At first they did not take much notice of him.
The people listen attentively, as only one bottle of vodki has been drunk. After the leader, they read the local events, then the court proceedings, and, if in the police court it reports that the defendant or plaintiff is a merchant, then Aristid Kuvalda sincerely rejoices. If someone has robbed the merchant, "That is good," says he. "Only it is a pity they robbed him of so little."
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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