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Nikolai would blindly and roughly have forced his way in, had not the police officer met him at the door, and with his own and the constable's united efforts managed to drag the strong, unruly smith out. His one thought, while with a certain cool, temperate leniency they dragged him out into the half-darkness, was to keep so near that he could have an eye on the door.
'How beautiful, my God! thought Nikolai Petrovitch, and his favourite verses were almost on his lips; he remembered Arkady's Stoff und Kraft and was silent, but still he sat there, still he gave himself up to the sorrowful consolation of solitary thought. He was fond of dreaming; his country life had developed the tendency in him.
With hardly a pause, I continued: "But if Nikolai were going to deal with tourists, he'd have to get a horse, wouldn't he?" "Well, I suppose we could have managed it," Petra replied. "It's four hundred kroner." "Yes," she said, "and the carriage a hundred and fifty." "But this land won't feed a horse!" "What do other people feed horses on?" she asked. "They buy sacks of oats on the headland."
Nikolai Ivanitch once a slender, curly-headed and rosy-cheeked young fellow, now an excessively stout, grizzled man with a fat face, sly and good-natured little eyes, and a shiny forehead, with wrinkles like lines drawn all over it has lived for more than twenty years in Kolotovka. Nikolai Ivanitch is a shrewd, acute fellow, like the majority of tavern-keepers.
Nikolai also fired, giving the bear a slight skin wound, and hitting the hind leg just above where one of my bullets had previously struck. As the bear entered the brush we both ran up, my hunter going to the left while I went a little below to head the bear off.
But now that she had Nikolai there, she had thought and meditated and reflected about setting up a little shop in the town. And she had been out to the Consul's to-day. He was cross when she went into the office, and snappish; but she knew him, and began talking cleverly: "How is mistress and Mr. Ludvig and Miss Lizzie, might I be so bold as to ask?
"It was just me! 'Her with the black eyes, he said." "Perhaps he has spoken to you before, too?" "Yes, indeed; he knows perfectly well that my name is Silla. I meet him every single day, you must know." Nikolai made a movement as if he were bringing down a hammer on the hillside. "Indeed!"
Was she anything for Nikolai that awkward, dark, long girl, who ran about in that bodice that was too short for her, looking like a half-peeled, bent prawn in the back, and went balancing along the edge of the gutter, as if she were going to be a tightrope dancer without any education?
Living and saving with her brother, she contrived to send home $4 a month. Between them, Nikolai and Rita brought over their mother and the little brother. But, very soon after they were all settled together, their mother died. They were obliged to put the little brother into an institution.
Dyadka Nikolai, the valet of us children, a neat little man, brought in the clothes for me and Volodya, who was imitating my sister's governess, Marya Ivanova, in mocking, merry laughter. Somewhat sternly presently Karl Ivanitch called from the schoolroom to know if we were nearly ready to begin our lessons.
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