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The latter gave a yell, sat down hurriedly, and then jumped aside, almost knocking down the Inspector, into whose open arms he fell. "Do you see," said the frightened merchant, pointing to Martyanoff, "do you see what kind of men they are?" Kuvalda burst out laughing.
Besides reading newspapers, fighting and indulging in general conversation, they amused themselves by playing cards. They played without Martyanoff because he could not play honestly. After cheating several times, he openly confessed: "I cannot play without cheating ... it is a habit of mine." "Habits do get the better of you," assented Deacon Taras.
Tyapa bent further forward than usual and crossed himself respectfully. Martyanoff dropped to the ground and lay there. Abyedok moved quietly, and said in a low and wicked tone: "May you all go to the Devil! Dead? What of that? Why should I care? Why should I speak about it? It will be time enough when I come to die myself . . . I am not worse than other people."
He entered quietly, and stood behind Petunikoff, so that his chin was on a level with the merchant's head. Behind him stood the Deacon, opening his small, swollen, red eyes. "Let us be doing something, gentlemen," suggested the Doctor. Martyanoff made an awful grimace, and suddenly sneezed on Petunikoff's head.
In the silence of the night the wheels were distinctly heard. They came gradually nearer. A voice was heard, asking roughly: "Well, where then?" Someone answered, "It must be there, that house." "I shall not go any farther." "They are coming here!" shouted the Captain. "The police!" someone whispered in great alarm. "In a droshky! Fool!" said Martyanoff, quietly.
He took a cucumber in his hand without looking at it, put nearly half of it into his mouth, and bit it with his yellow teeth, so that the juice spurted out in all directions and ran over his cheeks. He did not seem to want to eat, but this process pleased him. Martyanoff sat motionless on the ground, like a statue, and looked in a dull manner at the half-vedro bottle, already getting empty.
Am I right, Martyanoff? Let us therefore drink . . . while we still have life!" The rain began to fall. Thick, close darkness covered the figures that lay scattered over the ground, half drunk, half asleep. The light in the windows of the dosshouse flickered, paled, and suddenly disappeared. Probably the wind blew it out or else the oil was exhausted.
"That is your luck," shouted Tyapa. "I will go halves with you, brother." "All right, take it and welcome." Kuvalda felt angry with these men. Among them all there was not one worthy of hearing his oratory or of understanding him. "I wonder where the teacher is?" he asked loudly. Martyanoff looked at him and said, "He will come soon ..."
You are of absolutely no use to us . . . Do you drink vodki? . . . No? . . . Well, then, can you steal?" Again, "No." "Go away, learn, and come back again when you know something, and are a man. . . ." The youngster smiled. "No. I shall live with you." "Why?" "Just because. . . ." "Oh, you . . . Meteor!" said the Captain. "I will break his teeth for him," said Martyanoff.
The foolish face of Meteor, who was lying on the ground, showed that he was drinking in the Deacon's strong words. Martyanoff sat, clasping his large hairy hands round his knees, looking silently and sadly at the bottle of vodki and pulling his moustache as if trying to bite it with his teeth, while Abyedok was teasing Tyapa. "I have seen you watching the place where your money is hidden!"
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