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Updated: May 12, 2025
"Drink," said she, "perhaps thou wilt grow cheerful, and I will tell the news from Lipovka." She pushed a small table to the long chair, sat down with hands on her knees, and with immense attention in the expression of her quick and shining eyes, fell to repeating the substance of a letter just received from her godson, the tenant of Lipovka.
"Is it with thy own?" cried Kranitski, "surely with thy own! I know that mother is spending her capital this good while " She came back with the checkered kerchief over her head, without spectacles, and ready for the errand. "Well, what if I do spend it? Hast thou not Lipovka? Thou hast, and what I lend thou wilt return. Oi, oi!
All that I have I will give, and I will drag thee out of this hell. Oh, Arabian adventure! If this lasts longer, thou wilt lose the last of thy health; thou wilt go deeper in debt, and die in a hospital. Tulek, dost thou hear what I say? Why not answer?" And since he made no answer even then, she continued: "But rememberest thou that Lipovka grove beyond the yard? It is there yet.
He writes that management in Lipovka goes well; that again he has set out a hundred fruit-trees in the garden; that in four weeks he will come and bring a little money." "Money!" whispered Kranitski; "but that is well!" "It is surely well, for that Jew would have taken your furniture if I had not pushed him down the steps, and a second time begged him to wait." She laughed.
Everything passes-, and your sorrow also will pass. You may be better off in the world than you now are. You may yet enjoy pleasant quiet in Lipovka, in your own cottage. Stefanek and I may think out something, so that you will escape from the mud of this city." Kranitski made no answer; the woman spoke on: "I have had another letter from Stefanek."
It was the end of an autumn day, twilight had begun to come down on the yard in Lipovka, and the linden grove, in a black line, cut through the evening ruddiness glowing in the western heavens. Widow Clemens, with her eyes fixed on the grove and the red of evening, said: "Oi! Tulek, Tulek! how will this be?
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