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Updated: June 16, 2025
Stepan Arkadyevitch saw Matvey wanted to make a joke and attract attention to himself. Tearing open the telegram, he read it through, guessing at the words, misspelt as they always are in telegrams, and his face brightened.
"The carriage is ready," said Matvey; "but there's some one to see you with a petition." "Been here long?" asked Stepan Arkadyevitch. "Half an hour." "How many times have I told you to tell me at once?" "One must let you drink your coffee in peace, at least," said Matvey, in the affectionately gruff tone with which it was impossible to be angry.
At the trial she did not understand the questions put to her, and only said that when they killed Uncle Matvey she was dreadfully frightened, but afterwards she did not mind. All four were found guilty of murder with mercenary motives. Yakov Ivanitch was sentenced to penal servitude for twenty years; Aglaia for thirteen and a half; Sergey Nikanoritch to ten; Dashutka to six.
"Why have you broken off the corner? I ask you." "Forgive me, for Christ's sake." "Do it over again!" Matvey saws again . . . and there is no end to his sufferings. A lectern is to stand by the hole in the ice that is covered by the painted ring; on the lectern is to be carved the cross and the open gospel. But that is not all.
Aglaia intercepted it and read it, and had reproached Matvey with his "Darling" every day since. "Just fancy, nine hundred roubles," Aglaia went on. "You gave nine hundred roubles to a viper, no relation, a factory jade, blast you!" She had flown into a passion by now and was shouting shrilly: "Can't you speak? I could tear you to pieces, wretched creature!
When a violent storm shakes the trees, how terrible they are! Matvey walked along the causeway beside the line, covering his face and his hands, while the wind beat on his back. All at once a little nag, plastered all over with snow, came into sight; a sledge scraped along the bare stones of the causeway, and a peasant, white all over, too, with his head muffled up, cracked his whip.
When his cousin Matvey had returned unexpectedly from the factory and settled in the tavern as though it were his home, he had from the very first day disturbed his settled order. Repent, brother!"
And when the examining magistrate had asked him how it had happened that Matvey was found on the road, while his cap had turned up at home surely he had not gone to Vedenyapino without his cap? and why they had not found a single drop of blood beside him in the snow on the road, though his head was smashed in and his face and chest were black with blood, Yakov was confused, lost his head and answered: "I cannot tell."
His head propped in both hands, he gazed at the sky, and in the distance he looked in the dark like a stump of wood. "Kuzka, come to bed," Matvey Savitch bawled to him. "Yes, it's time," said Dyudya, getting up; he yawned loudly and added: "Folks will go their own way, and that's what comes of it."
She began snoring at once, but soon woke up and said, yawning: "You shouldn't burn a candle for nothing, Uncle Matvey." "It's my candle," answered Matvey; "I bought it with my own money." Dashutka turned over a little and fell asleep again.
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