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Updated: July 19, 2025
At that moment Beletski pushed the door open, and Maryanka sprang away from Olenin and in doing so her thigh struck his leg. 'It's all nonsense what I have been thinking about love and self-sacrifice and Lukashka. Happiness is the one thing.
Lukashka turned towards Ustenka, and Maryanka sat down next to a woman with a baby in her arms. The baby stretched his plump little hands towards the girl and seized a necklace string that hung down onto her blue beshmet. Maryanka bent towards the child and glanced at Lukashka from the corner of her eyes.
Olenin and Beletski were discussing how to snatch Ustenka and Maryanka out of the ring. Beletski thought that Olenin wished only to amuse himself, but Olenin was expecting his fate to be decided. He wanted at any cost to see Maryanka alone that very day and to tell her everything, and ask her whether she could and would be his wife.
The sun had come out from behind the pear-tree that had shaded the wagon, and even through the branches that Ustenka had fixed up it scorched the faces of the sleeping girls. Maryanka woke up and began arranging the kerchief on her head. Looking about her, beyond the pear-tree she noticed their lodger, who with his gun on his shoulder stood talking to her father.
'Now, Maryanka, it's your turn to offer us wine and a kiss, said Beletski, seizing her hand. 'Yes, I'll give you such a kiss! she said playfully, preparing to strike at him. 'One can kiss Grandad without payment, said another girl. 'There's a sensible girl, said Beletski, kissing the struggling girl. 'No, you must offer it, he insisted, addressing Maryanka. 'Offer a glass to your lodger.
I hear they've quartered one of the chiefs on you? he said, drawing nearer. Maryanka, as was her wont, waited before she replied, and slowly raising her eyes looked at the Cossack. Lukashka's eyes were laughing as if something special, apart from what was said, was taking place between himself and the girl.
'I know something about your lodger! 'There's nothing to know, said Maryanka. 'Oh, you rogue of a girl! said Ustenka, nudging her with her elbow and laughing. 'Won't tell anything. Does he come to you? 'He does. What of that? said Maryanka with a sudden blush. 'Now I'm a simple lass. I tell everybody. Why should I pretend? said Ustenka, and her bright rosy face suddenly became pensive.
'Really I felt so dull all the time without you, I swear I did, he said in a calm, restrained whisper, helping himself to some seeds out of the bosom of the girl's smock, and stooping still closer over her he continued with laughing eyes to talk to her in low tones. 'I won't come, I tell you, Maryanka suddenly said aloud, leaning away from him.
'The question I asked you the other day, said Olenin, stooping to her ear. 'Will you marry me? Maryanka thought for a moment. 'I'll tell you, said she, 'I'll tell you to-night. And through the darkness her eyes gleamed brightly and kindly at the young man. He still followed her. He enjoyed stooping closer to her.
Accompanied by Vanyusha he rode back to the cordon without any accident several hours in advance of the rest of the company. He spent the whole evening in his porch watching Maryanka, and he again walked about the yard, without aim or thought, all night. It was late when he awoke the next day. His hosts were no longer in.
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