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It is remarkable, that this same writer, enchanting with his honesty and truthfulness, has looked at the moujik as well, more than once.
The startled moujik, bearded up to the very whites of his eyes, answered obsequiously "I hear, your high Nobility." It was lucky for Razumov that Prince K was not a man of timid character. On the day of Mr. de P -'s murder an extreme alarm and despondency prevailed in the high official spheres.
Balzac was in an enormous hurry to reach Wierzchownia, and set himself with much energy to the task of finishing the house in the Rue Fortunee. His efforts in this direction were doubtless the reason that the writing of "Pierre et Catherine" was postponed till the moujik could be studied in his native land.
Inside the backyard was a dead moujik which he is got run over by a train. His face is all damaged so you couldn't tell who he was at all." He faltered and waved his hand. "Give me, please, a glass water," he said, and the doctor seized his hand. "Never mind!" Abe cried inexorably. "Leave him alone, doctor. He should finish what he's got to say." Harkavy nodded and sipped some water.
They were then placed in low carts, drawn by gaunt horses and driven by a Russian moujik, wearing a long blouse, high boots and a cap with the peculiar Russian peak. There were no such facilities for transportation in Russia as the American Red Cross girls had found in France. The motor cars and ambulances owned by the Russian army were few in number and inadequate to their needs.
And when I look and look upon the labour of a moujik or a labourer, I am thrown into hysterics for shame at my algebraic calculations. There is the devil take it! there is something incongruous, altogether illogical, but which at this time is stronger than human reason.
"No; he did not curse you at all. He appeared to be the only silent one among them. Mikhayeff is a very wise moujik, and he surprises me very much. At his actions all the other peasants seemed amazed." "What did he do?" "He did something remarkable. He was diligently ploughing, and as I approached him I heard some one singing very sweetly.
"I should not care to handle any stray moujik one finds dead about the roadside; unless, of course, you think there is more money about him. It would be a pity to leave that for the police." Paul did not answer. He was examining the limp, dirty hands of the dead man. The fingers were covered with soil, the nails were broken.
I remember reading an article by Tolstoi which appeared in the English press, dealing with the conditions of the Russian moujik, in which he clearly and uncompromisingly stated that in order to tackle the social problem, it is necessary to tackle dirt and vermin with it.
As the orator's wild and frenzied eye travelled round the room it lighted on a form near the door a man standing a head and shoulders above any one in the room, a man enveloped in an old brown coat, with a woollen shawl round his throat, hiding half his face. "Who is that?" cried the orator, with an unsteady, pointing finger. "He is no moujik. Is that a tchinovnik, little fathers?
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