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Then it occurred to Ivan Mironov that he knew a landowner Sventizky; he had worked on his estate, and Sventizky, when paying him off, had deducted one rouble and a half for a broken tool. He remembered well the grey horses which he used to drive at Sventizky's. Ivan Mironov called on Peter Nikolaevich pretending to ask for employment, but really in order to get the information he wanted.
The judge sentenced the man to three months' imprisonment. Prokofy had a rather proud nature, and thought himself superior to others. Prison was a great humiliation for him. He came out of it very depressed; there was nothing more to be proud of in life. And more than that, he felt extremely bitter, not only against Peter Nikolaevich, but against the whole world.
"Wicked people," said Peter Nikolaevich. "How could they! I was always so kind to them. Now, wait! Brigands! Brigands the whole lot of them. I will no longer be kind."
They certainly had not harnessed it; all the sledges stood still outside. Peter Nikolaevich went out of the stable. "Stepan, come here!" he called. Stepan was the head of the workmen's gang. He was just stepping out of the cottage. "Here I am!" he said, in a cheerful voice. "Oh, is that you, Peter Nikolaevich? Our men are coming." "Why is the stable door open? "Is it?
Peter Nikolaevich undertook to bring everything into order; rented out his own land to somebody else; and settled with his wife on the Liventsov estate, in a distant province on the river Volga.
The estate of the Turins was situated in the neighbourhood of the Liventsov estate, the one that was entrusted to the management of Peter Nikolaevich Sventizky.
"Give them back, you villain, and don't provoke us." "What?" cried Peter Nikolaevich, and slapped the old man in the face. "You dare to strike me? Come along, you fellows, let us take back our cattle by force." The crowd drew close to him. Peter Nikolaevich tried to push his way, through them, but the peasants resisted him. Again he tried force.
"Vladimir Nikolaevich has a good heart," said Liza. "He is clever. Mamma likes him very much." "But you do you like him?" "He is a good man. Why shouldn't I like him?" "Ah!" said Lavretsky, and became silent. A half-sad, half-mocking expression played upon his face. The fixed look with which he regarded her troubled Liza; but she went on smiling.
"In books as well," she said, and read to him the Sermon on the Mount. The tailor was much impressed. When he had been paid for his job and gone home, he did not cease to think about Maria Semenovna, both what she had said and what she had read to him. PETER NIKOLAEVICH SVENTIZKY'S views of the peasantry had now changed for the worse, and the peasants had an equally bad opinion of him.
In the course of a single year they felled twenty-seven oaks in his forest, and burnt a barn which had not been insured. Peter Nikolaevich came to the conclusion that there was no getting on with the people around him.
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