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Updated: June 19, 2025
'And I've been told that they will dig a pit to put the girls in because they don't love the lads, said Nazarka, approaching Ustenka; and he again made a whimsical gesture which set everybody laughing, and Ergushov, passing by Maryanka, who was next in turn, began to embrace an old woman. 'Why don't you hug Maryanka? You should do it to each in turn, said Nazarka.
Maryanka, of course you'll come to Ustenka's? he added, turning to the girl. Olenin felt surprised that Beletski could address this woman so easily. But Maryanka, as though she had not heard him, bent her head, and throwing the spade across her shoulder went with her firm masculine tread towards the outhouse. 'She's shy, the wench is shy, Beletski called after her.
Love me yourself, Maryanka dear, said Lukashka, from sullen and furious becoming again gentle, submissive, and tender, and smiling as he looked closely into her eyes. Maryanka clung to him and kissed him firmly on the lips. 'Brother dear! she whispered, pressing him convulsively to her. Then, suddenly tearing herself away, she ran into the gate of her house without looking round.
Having passed two streets he turned into a lane and lifting the skirt of his coat sat down on the ground in the shadow of a fence. 'A regular cornet's daughter! he thought about Maryanka. 'Won't even have a lark the devil! But just wait a bit. The approaching footsteps of a woman attracted his attention. He began listening, and laughed all by himself.
This forest, the danger, the old man and his mysterious whispering, Maryanka with her virile upright bearing, and the mountains all this seemed to him like a dream. 'A pheasant has settled, whispered the old man, looking round and pulling his cap over his face 'Cover your mug! A pheasant! he waved his arm angrily at Olenin and pushed forward almost on all fours. 'He don't like a man's mug.
It's getting dark. I'll take you, if you like. You ask the corporal to give me leave. 'What a fine fellow! thought Olenin, looking at the Cossack's bright face. He remembered Maryanka and the kiss he had heard by the gate, and he was sorry for Lukashka and his want of culture. 'What confusion it is, he thought.
Lukashka and Maryanka he involuntarily united in his mind, and he found pleasure in thinking about them. 'He loves Maryanka, thought Olenin, 'and I could love her, and a new and powerful emotion of tenderness overcame him as they walked homewards together through the dark forest. Lukashka too felt happy; something akin to love made itself felt between these two very different young men.
'Must you know everything? said Maryanka laughing. 'One night he came to my window tipsy, and asked me to let him in. 'And you didn't let him? 'Let him, indeed! Once I have said a thing I keep to it firm as a rock, answered Maryanka seriously. 'A fine fellow! If he wanted her, no girl would refuse him. 'Well, let him go to the others, replied Maryanka proudly. 'You don't pity him?
Several well-fed cows slowly follow her, their large eyes gazing with recognition at their mistress as they swish their sides with their tails. The beautiful and shapely Maryanka enters at the gate and throwing away her switch quickly slams the gate to and rushes with all the speed of her nimble feet to separate and drive the cattle into their sheds.
It seemed strange to think that he would be there in the same hut with Maryanka and perhaps might have to talk to her. It seemed to him impossible when he remembered her majestic bearing. But Beletski spoke of it as if it were all perfectly simple. 'Is it possible that Beletski will treat Maryanka in the same way? That is interesting, thought he. 'No, better not go.
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