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Lukashka understood her and kept nodding, while he smiled slightly. She was telling him to give the girls dainties, and that the girls liked him, and that one girl, Maryanka the best of them all loved him. She indicated Maryanka by rapidly pointing in the direction of Maryanka's home and to her own eyebrows and face, and by smacking her lips and swaying her head.
And taking her by the hand he led her to the bench and sat her down beside Olenin. 'What a beauty, he said, turning her head to see it in profile. Maryanka did not resist but proudly smiling turned her long eyes towards Olenin. 'A beautiful girl, repeated Beletski. 'Yes, see what a beauty I am, Maryanka's look seemed to endorse.
And they both broke into such peals of laughter that Maryanka's mother shouted to them to be quiet. 'Are you jealous? asked Ustenka in a whisper. 'What humbug! Let me sleep. What have you come for? But Ustenka kept on, 'I say! But I wanted to tell you such a thing. Maryanka raised herself on her elbow and arranged the kerchief which had slipped off. 'Well, what is it?
Lukashka had appeared particularly merry. His face shone with audacity and joy. Obviously staggered by Maryanka's cold reply he suddenly knitted his brow. 'Step up on my stirrup and I'll carry you away to the mountains. Mammy! he suddenly exclaimed, and as if to disperse his dark thoughts he caracoled among the girls.
From the street in front of the house horses' hoofs were heard clattering briskly, and Olenin, riding bareback on a handsome dark-grey horse which was still wet and shining, rode up to the gate. Maryanka's handsome head, tied round with a red kerchief, appeared from the shed and again disappeared.
Involuntarily holding his breath, he heard a woman's laughter, a man's voice, and the sound of a kiss. Intentionally rustling the grass under his feet he crossed to the opposite side of the yard, but after a while the wattle fence creaked. 'You and I have nothing to do with one another' was what Maryanka's firm step gave him to understand.
Olenin felt still more light-hearted. 'Now then, come on, come on, he said, throwing his gun on his shoulder and conscious of the girl's eyes upon him. 'Gee up! sounded Maryanka's voice behind them, followed by the creak of the moving wagon. As long as their road lay through the pastures at the back of the village Eroshka went on talking. He could not forget the cornet and kept on abusing him.
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