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Updated: June 13, 2025
Don't interrupt, don't interrupt. You'll see, you'll see...." He kept waving his arms. "But he squeezed against the flies, They woke up and cursed him, Raised to Jove their angry cries; 'The glass is full to bursting! In the middle of the din Came along Nikifor, Fine old man, and looking in... * From Lebyed, a Swan. I haven't quite finished it.
Then she would walk away to the door, bow again, and say: 'Good-day, Nikifor Anisimitch! And he kicked up his little red legs, and his crying was mixed with laughter like the carpenter Elizarov's. At last the day of the trial was fixed. Tsybukin went away five days before.
Aksinya walked into the house with her old naive smile.... The deaf man kept moving about the yard with his arms full of linen, then he began hanging it up again, in silence, without haste. And until the cook came back from the river no one ventured to go into the kitchen and see what was there. Nikifor was taken to the district hospital, and towards evening he died there.
This man laboured, toiled, and wrote, and finally concocted the following document: "To the District Judge of Mirgorod, from the noble, Ivan Dovgotchkun, son of Nikifor.
"Before I reached home I was met and summoned to the major's, so that it was some while before I actually got there. When I came in, Nikifor met me. 'Have you heard, sir, that our old lady is dead? 'DEAD, when? 'Oh, an hour and a half ago. That meant nothing more nor less than that she was dying at the moment when I pounced on her and began abusing her. "This produced a great effect upon me.
"The said Ivan Dovgotchkun, son of Nikifor, when I went to him with a friendly proposition, called me publicly by an epithet insulting and injurious to my honour, namely, a goose, whereas it is known to the whole district of Mirgorod, that I never was named after that disgusting creature, and have no intention of ever being named after it.
Ivan Dovgotchkun, son of Nikifor, nobleman, known to all the world for his godless acts, which inspire disgust, and in lawlessness exceed all bounds, on the seventh day of July of this year 1810, inflicted upon me a deadly insult, touching my personal honour, and likewise tending to the humiliation and confusion of my rank and family.
"Well, a day or two afterwards, when I returned from drill, Nikifor says to me: 'We oughtn't to have left our tureen with the old lady, I've nothing to serve the soup in. "I asked how it came about that the tureen had been left.
There's Korolyov Alexandr Vladimirovitch for instance; you know him, perhaps isn't he every inch a nobleman? He is handsome, rich, has studied at the 'versities, and travelled, I think, abroad; he speaks simply and easily, and shakes hands with us all. You know him?... Well, listen then. Last week we assembled at Beryozovka at the summons of the mediator, Nikifor Ilitch.
"Ivan Dovgotchkun, son of Nikifor, nobleman of the Mirgorod District, presents a plaint, and begs to call attention to the following points: Through his hateful malice and plainly manifested ill-will, the person calling himself a nobleman, Ivan Pererepenko, son of Ivan, perpetrates against me every manner of injury, damage, and like spiteful deeds, which inspire me with terror.
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