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Updated: June 19, 2025
'Why, Maryanka has quite forgotten you, said Ustenka, nudging Maryanka with her elbow and breaking into a shrill laugh. Maryanka moved away from the horse and throwing back her head calmly looked at the Cossack with her large sparkling eyes. 'True enough, you have not been home for a long time! Why are you trampling us under your horse? she remarked dryly, and turned away.
In the presence of others she was generally bright and friendly with him, but when they were alone together she was shy and rough. Sometimes he came in before Maryanka had returned home. Suddenly he would hear her firm footsteps and catch a glimmer of her blue cotton smock at the open door.
They were both silent. Then after a pause she said: 'You should help me. He took out his knife and began silently to cut off the clusters. He reached from under the leaves low down a thick bunch weighing about three pounds, the grapes of which grew so close that they flattened each other for want of space. He showed it to Maryanka. 'Must they all be cut? Isn't this one too green?
'What I wanted to tell you, by Heaven! his voice trembled and broke. 'What are you talking of, at night time! answered Maryanka. 'Mother is waiting for me, and you'd better go to your sweetheart. And freeing herself from his arms she ran away a few steps.
Play away! What he had said seemed to have frightened and vexed Maryanka. She stopped, 'What will turn out badly? 'Why, that! 'That what? 'Why, that you keep company with a soldier-lodger and no longer care for me! 'I'll care just as long as I choose. You're not my father, nor my mother. What do you want? I'll care for whom I like!
'Why should I! answered Maryanka. Both the girls started running. Olenin went on by himself thinking over all that had happened. He had spent the whole evening alone with her in a corner by the oven. Ustenka had not left the hut for a single moment, but had romped about with the other girls and with Beletski all the time. Olenin had talked in whispers to Maryanka.
'Why not, if father gives me to you? 'Well then remember, I shall go mad if you deceive me. To-morrow I will tell your mother and father. I shall come and propose. Maryanka suddenly burst out laughing. 'What's the matter? 'It seems so funny! 'It's true! I will buy a vineyard and a house and will enroll myself as a Cossack. 'Mind you don't go after other women then. I am severe about that.
'Whom do I hurt? I love him, that's all about it. 'Grandad, do you mean? 'Well, yes! 'And the sin? 'Ah, Maryanka! When is one to have a good time if not while one's still free? When I marry a Cossack I shall bear children and shall have cares. There now, when you get married to Lukashka not even a thought of joy will enter your head: children will come, and work! 'Well?
Lukashka's mother sees by the stern face of the cornet's wife that it is not the time to say anything more just now, so she lights her rag with the match and says, rising: 'Don't refuse us, think of my words. I'll go, it is time to light the fire. As she crosses the road swinging the burning rag, she meets Maryanka, who bows.
Maryanka crouched like a wild goat with her feet drawn up under her, sometimes on the top of the oven, sometimes in a dark corner. She did not take part in the conversations, but Olenin saw her eyes and face and heard her moving or cracking sunflower seeds, and he felt that she listened with her whole being when he spoke, and was aware of his presence while he silently read to himself.
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