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Updated: June 25, 2025
Even the constable on duty and the watchman, a discharged soldier who up to that moment had stood by the door scratching about his dirty tunic, with chevrons on its arm, dropped his jaw and trod on some one's foot. "What chance brings you here? How is your health, Ivan Nikiforovitch?"
Whereupon Ivan Nikiforovitch turned his head and began to listen attentively. This encouraged the messenger. "Come quickly: Thoma Grigorovitch is there too. Why don't you come?" he added, seeing that Ivan Nikiforovitch still lay in the same position. "Shall we go, or not?" "I won't!" This "I won't" startled Anton Prokofievitch.
She would not speak, however, about those things which only her brother understood in the presence of her husband, and in order to continue the conversation she began to talk of the latest news, the killing of Kanesky in the duel. Ignatius Nikiforovitch expressed his disapproval of the condition of things which excluded the killing in a duel from the category of crimes.
"Sit down, sit down. God be with it! let it burst! I won't mention it again." At this moment lunch was brought in. Ivan Ivanovitch drank a glass and ate a pie with sour cream. "Listen, Ivan Nikiforovitch: I will give you, besides the sow, two sacks of oats. You did not sow any oats. You'll have to buy some this year in any case." "By Heaven, Ivan Ivanovitch, I must tell you you are very foolish!
Ignatius Nikiforovitch said that it was the height of inconsistency, foolhardiness and pride; that such an act could only be explained, if at all, by a desire to be odd, to have something to brag about, and to make people talk about one's self. "What sense is there in giving the land to the peasants and making them pay rent to themselves?" he said.
"A plaint? What plaint?" "A complaint..." here his asthma entailed a prolonged pause "Oh! a complaint against that rascal Ivan Ivanovitch Pererepenko!" "And you too! Such particular friends! A complaint against such a benevolent man?" "He's Satan himself!" ejaculated Ivan Nikiforovitch abruptly. The judge crossed himself. "Take my plaint, and read it." "There is nothing to be done.
"To this plaint, Ivan Dovgotchkun, son of Nikifor, noble of the Mirgorod district, has set his hand." As soon as the secretary had finished reading, Ivan Nikiforovitch seized his hat and bowed, with the intention of departing. "Where are you going, Ivan Nikiforovitch?" the judge called after him. "Sit down a little while. Have some tea.
His remark called forth Nekhludoff's reply, and a hot discussion followed on the same subject, neither expressing fully his opinion, and in the end they were again at loggerheads. Ignatius Nikiforovitch felt that Nekhludoff condemned him, hating all his activity, and he wished to prove the injustice of his reasoning. This self-confidence irritated him.
He knew very well when to play the fool, and sometimes contrived to turn things to his own profit amid circumstances and surroundings from which a wise man could rarely escape without loss. His ingenious mind had contrived a means of persuading Ivan Nikiforovitch; and he was proceeding bravely to face everything when an unexpected occurrence somewhat disturbed his equanimity.
At length Ivan Ivanovitch not our Ivan Ivanovitch, but the other, who had but one eye said, "It strikes me as strange that my right eye," this one-eyed Ivan Ivanovitch always spoke sarcastically about himself, "does not see Ivan Nikiforovitch, Gospodin Dovgotchkun." "He would not come," said the chief of police. "Why not?"
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