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Mardary Apollonitch glanced below, and suddenly fell into a state of tremendous excitement. 'Whose hens are those? whose hens are those? he shouted: 'Whose are those hens roaming about in the garden?... Whose are those hens? How many times I've forbidden it! How many times I've spoken about it! Yushka ran out. 'What disorder! protested Mardary Apollonitch; 'it's horrible!
For his part, he never does anything, and has even given up reading the Dream-book. But there are a good many of our landed gentry in Russia exactly like this. It will be asked: 'What is my object in talking about him?... Well, by way of answering that question, let me describe to you one of my visits at Mardary Apollonitch's. I arrived one summer evening at seven o'clock.
An evening service was only just over; the priest, a young man, apparently very timid, and only lately come from the seminary, was sitting in the drawing-room near the door, on the extreme edge of a chair. Mardary Apollonitch received me as usual, very cordially; he was genuinely delighted to see any visitor, and indeed he was the most good-natured of men altogether.
Mardary Apollonitch was in the act of lifting a saucer full of tea to his lips, and was just inflating his nostrils to sniff its fragrance no true-born Russian, as we all know, can drink his tea without this preliminary but he stopped short, listened, nodded his head, sipped his tea, and laying the saucer on the table, with the most good-natured smile imaginable, he murmured as though involuntarily accompanying the blows: 'Tchuki-tchuki-tchuk!
The priest got up and took his hat. 'Wait a bit, wait a bit, father, said Mardary Apollonitch, not yet leaving go of my hand; 'don't go ... I have sent for some vodka for you. 'I never drink it, sir, the priest muttered in confusion, blushing up to his ears. 'What nonsense! answered Mardary Apollonitch; 'Mishka! Yushka! vodka for the father!
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