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Updated: June 8, 2025
The chambermaid appeared and said to him with alarm: "Ignat Matveyich, Natalya Fominichna is calling you. She is feeling bad." "Why bad? It'll pass!" he roared, his eyes flashing cheerfully. "Tell her I'll be there immediately! Tell her she's a fine fellow! I'll just get a present for her and I'll come! Hold on! Prepare something to eat for the priest. Send somebody after Mayakin!"
"I congratulate you with a son, Ignat Matveyich!" "You lie!" said he in a dull voice. "What's the matter with you, batushka!" Heaving a sigh with all the strength of his massive chest, Ignat went down on his knees, and clasping his hands firmly to his breast, muttered in a trembling voice: "Thank God! Evidently Thou didst not want that my stem should be checked!
"Kind-hearted fools! Do you pity him? But do you know who he is? He is of those people who suck your blood." "That will do, Nikolay Matveyich!" they cried to Yozhov. And all began to talk, paying no further attention to him. Foma felt so sorry for his friend that he did not even take offence.
I shall never prompt you again and you'll be like a log of wood!" And they did not speak to each other for about three days, very much to the regret of the teacher, who during these days had to give the lowest markings to the son of the esteemed Ignat Matveyich.
The animated talk and laughter drowned his godfather's bold speech, and Foma was unable to hear a single word of it, much more so that the tenor of the secretary was unceasingly ringing in his ears: "Look, there, the archdeacon arose; he is filling his lungs with air; he will soon proclaim an eternal memory for Ignat Matveyich." "May I not go away?" asked Foma in a low voice. "Why not?
Apart from them all, on the brink of a small ravine, lay three young fellows, and before them stood Yozhov, who spoke in a ringing voice: "You bear the sacred banner of labour. And I, like yourselves, am a private soldier in the same army. We all serve Her Majesty, the Press. And we must live in firm, solid friendship." "That's true, Nikolay Matveyich!" some one's thick voice interrupted him.
She tossed her head back, stretched out her hand toward Yozhov and said, in a hissing and shrill voice: "Nikolay Matveyich! Excuse me, but this is impossible! Such beast-like howling and roaring. Guests everyday. The police are coming. No, I can't bear it any longer! I am nervous. Please vacate the lodgings to-morrow. You are not living in a desert, there are people about you here.
How is it?" muttered the priest, stretching out both hands to Ignat. "Three!" "Ignat Matveyich!" cried the priest, in a thin, ringing voice. "For God's sake! For Christ's sake! Enough! I'll sell her! For her own sake I'll sell her!" In his sickly, sharp voice was heard a threat to someone, and his eyes, unnoticed by anybody before, flashed like coals.
Comrades! And that big, stupid man " "Nikolay Matveyich, you had better not insult our guest!" said someone in a deep, displeased voice. "Yes, that's unnecessary," affirmed the stout fellow, who had invited Foma to the fireside. "Why use offensive language?" A third voice rang out loudly and distinctly: "We have come together to enjoy ourselves to take a rest." "Fools!" laughed Yozhov, faintly.
My sins before Thee shall not remain without repentance. I thank Thee, Oh Lord. Oh!" and, rising to his feet, he immediately began to command noisily: "Eh! Let someone go to St. Nicholas for a priest. Tell him that Ignat Matveyich asked him to come! Let him come to make a prayer for the woman."
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