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I will go to the gentleman who gave it to me. I know where he lives." The manager had to struggle with all his force to get loose from Ivan Mironov, and his shirt was torn, "Oh, that's the way you behave! Get hold of him." The waiter took hold of Ivan Mironov; at that moment the policeman arrived.
He gave a hundred roubles to his assistants, and with the rest left for another town where he gave way to dissipation in company of friends of both sexes. The police traced his movements, and when at last he was arrested and put into prison he had hardly anything left out of the money which he had stolen. IVAN MIRONOV had become a very clever, fearless and successful horse-thief.
When it grew dark, they heard a whistle. Gerassim answered it with a similar sound. The moment Ivan Mironov descended the slope, the peasants surrounded him and brought him back to the village. The next morning a crowd assembled in front of the bailiff's cottage. Ivan Mironov was brought out and subjected to a close examination.
Ivan Mironov's commercial method consisted in buying from the stores a cord of wood and dividing it into five cartloads, and then driving about the town, selling each of these at the price the stores charged for a quarter of a cord. That unfortunate day Ivan Mironov drove out very early with half a cartload, which he soon sold.
The yard-porter Vassily had received another ten roubles from his master, and, quite unperturbed, asserted with a smile that he did not know anything about Ivan Mironov. And when he was called upon to take the oath, he overcame his inner qualms, and repeated with assumed ease the terms of the oath, read to him by the old priest appointed to the court.
He did not deny anything; but, being drunk, told them at once how Ivan Mironov had given him plenty of drink, and induced him to steal the horses; he also said that Ivan Mironov had promised to come that night in order to take the horses away. The peasants left the horses and Gerassim in the ravine, and hiding behind the trees prepared to lie in ambush for Ivan Mironov.
After that he worked for two years in the mines, and made money enough to buy two horses. These two had been stolen by Ivan Mironov. "Tell me where my horses are!" shouted Stepan, pale with fury, alternately looking at the ground and at Ivan Mironov's face. Ivan Mironov denied his guilt. Then Stepan aimed so violent a blow at his face that he smashed his nose and the blood spurted out.
"I offer my humble thanks," said Ivan Mironov; and, shaking his head, left the court with a heavy sigh. The whole thing seemed to have ended well for Eugene Mihailovich and the yard-porter Vassily. But only in appearance. Something had happened which was not noticed by any one, but which was much more important than all that had been exposed to view.
Eugene Mihailovich at once assumed a very severe and astonished air. "You are mad, my good fellow," he said. "I have never seen this man before in my life," he added, addressing the policeman. "It is a sin, sir," said Ivan Mironov. "Think of the hour when you will die." "Why, you must be dreaming! You have sold your firewood to some one else," said Eugene Mihailovich. "But wait a minute.
He got hungry, and felt cold in his ragged woollen coat. It was nearly below zero when evening came on; his horse which he had treated without mercy, hoping soon to sell it to the knacker's yard, refused to move a step. So Ivan Mironov was quite ready to sell his firewood at a loss when he met Eugene Mihailovich, who was on his way home from the tobacconist. "Buy my cartload of firewood, sir.
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