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Updated: July 12, 2025
Where are you going? asked Olenin, with difficulty attracting the Cossacks' attention. 'We are off to catch abreks. They're hiding among the sand-drifts. We are just off, but there are not enough of us yet. And the Cossacks continued to shout, more and more of them joining as they rode down the street.
'Perhaps the jackals scent them and with dissatisfied faces go off in another direction: above me, flying in among the leaves which to them seem enormous islands, mosquitoes hang in the air and buzz: one, two, three, four, a hundred, a thousand, a million mosquitoes, and all of them buzz something or other and each one of them is separate from all else and is just such a separate Dmitri Olenin as I am myself. He vividly imagined what the mosquitoes buzzed: 'This way, this way, lads!
Eroshka winked at Olenin, pointing to Beletski. 'Eh, he's a proud one that kunak of yours, he said. Beletski raised his glass. ALLAH BIRDY' he said, emptying it. 'Speaking of holidays! he said, turning to Olenin as he rose and looked out of the window, 'What sort of holiday is that! You should have seen them make merry in the old days! The women used to come out in their gold trimmed sarafans.
As Olenin was passing it he heard Beletski's voice calling to him, 'Come in, and in he went. After a short talk they both sat down by the window and were soon joined by Eroshka, who entered dressed in a new beshmet and sat down on the floor beside them. 'There, that's the aristocratic party, said Beletski, pointing with his cigarette to a brightly coloured group at the corner.
He was evidently a brave who had met Russians more than once before in quite other circumstances, and nothing about them could astonish or even interest him. Olenin was about to approach the dead body and had begun to look at it when the brother, looking up at him from under his brows with calm contempt, said something sharply and angrily.
Every time they glanced at one another they wanted to laugh. 'By which gate do you enter? asked Olenin. 'By the middle one. But I'll see you as far as the marsh. After that you have nothing to fear. Olenin laughed. 'Do you think I am afraid? Go back, and thank you. I can get on alone. 'It's all right! What have I to do? And how can you help being afraid?
Suddenly he was startled by a shrill, squeaky man's voice. 'Fine! exclaimed a rather small young Cossack in a white cap, coming across the yard close to Olenin. 'I saw ... fine! Olenin recognized Nazarka, and was silent, not knowing what to do or say. 'Fine! I'll go and tell them at the office, and I'll tell her father! That's a fine cornet's daughter! One's not enough for her.
Granny Ulitka became animated and went into raptures of hospitality. She brought Olenin preserved grapes and a grape tart and some of her best wine, and pressed him to eat and drink with the rough yet proud hospitality of country folk, only found among those who produce their bread by the labour of their own hands.
Pattering rapidly down the steps with her bare feet she ran from the porch, stopped, and looking round hastily with laughing eyes at the young man, vanished round the corner of the hut. Her firm youthful step, the untamed look of the eyes glistening from under the white kerchief, and the firm stately build of the young beauty, struck Olenin even more powerfully than before.
And he tried to mimic Olenin by tapping the floor with his thick fingers, and then twisted his big face to express contempt. 'What's the good of writing quibbles. Better have a spree and show you're a man! No other conception of writing found place in his head except that of legal chicanery. Olenin burst out laughing and so did Eroshka.
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