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The rebel never subdued? Abdul-khan? 'Yes, that's him. 'Why, but he'll take you for a spy, will put you in a hole full of bugs, or else cut your head off with your own sabre. And, besides, how are you going to get to him? They'll catch you directly. 'I'll go to him, though, all the same. 'Bet you won't! 'Taken! And Misha promptly saddled his horse and rode off to Abdulka.
Misha had begun to advance in a menacing way towards me, but on this, suddenly he stopped, his face worked, flushed, he struck himself on the breast, the tears rushed from his eyes, and muttering, 'Uncle! angel! I know I'm a ruined man! thanks! thanks! he snatched up the note and ran away.
Once, also in the Caucasus ... this legend is really incredible, but one may judge from it what Misha was thought to be capable of.... Well, once, in the Caucasus, in a state of drunkenness, he fell down with the lower half of his body in a stream of water; his head and arms were on the bank, out of water.
'A relic of the past, answered Misha, and he suddenly laughed, but immediately pulled himself up, and, making a straight, low bow a monk's bow he added: 'Won't you help me on my way? I'm going, see, on foot to the monastery.... 'When? 'To-day ... at once. 'Why be in such a hurry? 'Uncle, my motto always was, "Make haste, make haste!" 'But what is your motto now?
At this point he finally dissolved in sobs. I tried to soothe him and succeeded, for when we drove up to my house Mísha had long been sleeping the sleep of the dead, with his head resting on my knees. He was immediately allotted a special room, and also immediately, as the first measure, taken to the bath, which was absolutely indispensable.
On the job, however, no matter what it might be, Jimmie could never be induced to do real, hard work. He was always above it, or busy with something else. But as he was an expert cement-mixer and knew just how to load and unload the tool-car, two sinecures of sorts, nothing was ever said to him. Yeh! I know-a my biz. I been now with Misha Rook fifteen year. I know-a my biz."
The same day, I was still sitting in my own room, suddenly I heard behind me a husky and angry voice: 'Nikolai Nikolaitch, Nikolai Nikolaitch! I looked round; Misha was standing in the doorway with a face that was fearful, black-looking and distorted. 'What do you want? 'Let me go ... at once! 'Why?
She had with a feeling of self-satisfaction just taught Lukerya how to mix the dough, when her six-year-old grandson Misha, wearing an apron and with darned stockings on his crooked little legs, ran into the kitchen with a frightened face. 'Grandma, a dreadful old man wants to see you. Lukerya looked out at the door. 'There is a pilgrim of some kind, a man...
A little farther, behind the bushes, the canvas roof of the bath-house stood revealed. Elena, Misha, and Miss Harrison were already there. They were sitting on a bench halfway down the slope, where the path to the landing was broken. The view from here, showing the bend of the river, was very restful. The water was growing darker, heavier, gradually assuming a leadlike dullness.
A victim himself of the intolerance of "over-men," Gorky has incarnated his own revolts and hopes in the soul of his hero, Misha, a brother of the revolutionary students who do not hesitate to sacrifice their life or liberty for a principle or ideal.
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