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For all this they were paid with vodki and flattering admiration of their talents. The inhabitants of the street were divided into two parties according to their sympathies. One was in favour of Kuvalda, who was thought "a good soldier, clever, and courageous," the other was convinced of the fact that the teacher was "superior" to Kuvalda.
I care now for nothing and nobody . . . and all my life has been tame a sweetheart who has jilted me therefore I despise life, and am indifferent to it." "You lie!" says Abyedok. "I lie?" roars Aristid Kuvalda, almost crimson with anger. "Why shout?" comes in the cold sad voice of Martyanoff. "Why judge others? Merchants, noblemen. . .what have we to do with them?"
"Just look at the old devil!" swore Abyedok, looking at Simtsoff, who was smiling in a self-satisfied way. "And do you know why they love me? Because I know how to cheer up their souls." "Do you?" inquired Kuvalda. "And I can make them pity me . . . And a woman, when she pities! Go and weep to her, and ask her to kill you . . . she will pity you and she will kill you."
"And why?" asked the youngster. "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."
They take taxes from you, but they do not permit you to speak! They destroy your property and at the same time compel you to repair it!" And half the radicals in the street, convinced by the words of Kuvalda, decided to wait till the rain-water came down in huge streams and swept away their houses.
He covered his face with his hands, tugged at his beard, and sighed again. "They are very dangerous men, and this man here is their leader ... the attaman of the robbers." "But we will make him smart!" promised the Inspector, looking at the Captain with revengeful eyes. "Yes, brother, we are old friends of yours ..." said Kuvalda in a familiar tone. "How many times have I paid you to be quiet?"
"Wait another day ... perhaps you will be all right then," proposed Kuvalda. The teacher sighed, and shook his head hopelessly. The Captain saw that his friend's thin body trembled with the thirst for the poison, and took some money from his pocket. "In the majority of cases it is impossible to fight against fate," said he, as if trying to justify himself before someone.
For a fortnight the inhabitants of the dosshouse awaited the further development of events, but Petunikoff never once visited the building. It was known that he was not in town, and that the copy of the petition had not yet been handed to him. Kuvalda raged at the delays of the civil court.
"Devil take the thing!" exclaimed the Captain, thoughtfully measuring the walls of the factory with his eyes. "If only . . . ." Trembling with excitement at the thought that had just entered his mind Aristid Kuvalda jumped up and ran to Vaviloff's eating-house muttering to himself all the time. Vaviloff met him at the bar and gave him a friendly welcome. "I wish your honor good health!"
He is not in my way here ..." the Captain replied, indifferently. "Well! ..." shouted the Inspector, making a ferocious face. "Phew!" answered Kuvalda, without moving from his place and gnashing his teeth restlessly. "The Devil take it!" shouted the Inspector, so madly that the blood rushed to his face. "I'll make you pay for this! I'll "
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