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Stepan the coachman, Mihailo the house-porter, Alyoshka the coachman's grandson, who had come up from the village to stay with his grandfather, and Nikandr, an old man of seventy, who used to come into the yard every evening to sell salt herrings, were sitting round a lantern in the big coach-house, playing "kings."
The curtain before the door was softly moved aside and the steward came in, a tall man, grey and bald, in a black coat, a white cravat, and a white waistcoat. 'What is it? inquired Darya Mihailovna, and, turning a little towards Rudin, she added in a low voice, 'n'est ce pas, comme il ressemble a Canning? 'Mihailo Mihailitch Lezhnyov is here, announced the steward. 'Will you see him?
"When I tried to tell her that funny story of how I traded the moldy oats for the old widow's fat pig, instead of laughing she looked me straight in the face and said: 'Cheat!" "Stefan ought to go," Mihailo suggested. "Maybe she'd laugh at him! Everybody else does!" He spoke sneeringly but Stefan only smiled. "Who knows? Perhaps I will go.
'And it's a very good thing you don't, rejoined Mihailo Mihailitch, who all the while remained sitting in his droshky, 'for she doesn't put much faith in what she says herself. I'm very glad I met you. 'Why? 'That's a nice question! As though it wasn't always delightful to meet you? To-day you look as bright and fresh as this morning. Alexandra Pavlovna laughed again.
He lived a good while with her, and at last threw her over or no, I beg pardon, she threw him over. It was then that I too threw him over. That's all. Lezhnyov ceased speaking, passed his hand over his brow, and dropped into a chair as if he were exhausted. 'Do you know, Mihailo Mihailitch, began Alexandra Pavlovna, 'you are a spiteful person, I see; indeed you are no better than Pigasov.
When he tried to keep awake, the light of the lamp, the cups and the fingers grew double, the samovar heaved and the smell of rotten apples seemed even more acrid and disgusting. "Ah, money, money!" sighed Father Christopher, smiling. "You bring trouble! Now I expect my Mihailo is asleep and dreaming that I am going to bring him a heap of money like this."
He had grown noticeably greyer since we parted from him, and was bent and thin, and he lisped when he spoke; one of his front teeth had gone; and this lisp gave still greater asperity to his words.... His spitefulness had not decreased with years, but his sallies were less lively, and he more frequently repeated himself. Mihailo Mihailitch was not at home; they were expecting him in to tea.
But the father supposed that Mihailo must be right for Mihailo studied in books. So he shook his head and sighed every time he thought of Stefan. Now the kingdom in which the three brothers lived was ruled over by a great Tsar who had an only daughter. In disappointment that he had no son, the Tsar was having his daughter brought up as though she were a boy.
'Mihailo Mihailitch! cried Rudin, and held out his hand, but drew it back again in confusion. Lezhnyov made haste to snatch it in both of his. 'Come, come in! he said to Rudin, and drew him into the room. 'How you have changed! exclaimed Lezhnyov after a brief silence, involuntarily dropping his voice. 'Yes, they say so! replied Rudin, his eyes straying about the room.
'I can get one.... But what do you want with a spade, Mihailo Andreitch, sir? 'I want to dig myself a grave, Timofay, and to lie here for time everlasting between my father and mother. There's only this spot left me in the world. Get a spade! 'Yes, sir, said Timofay; he went and got it.
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