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Updated: June 12, 2025
They are trotters, you know.... But still, I like the horses here best. 'Well, and did you come here of your own free will, or were you sent? said Lukashka, laughing at him. 'Look! that's where you lost your way, he added, 'you should have turned to the right. 'I came by my own wish, replied Olenin. 'I wanted to see your parts and to join some expeditions.
Daddy Eroshka went in front, stopping and carefully scanning every puddle where an animal had left a double track, and pointing it out to Olenin. He hardly spoke at all and only occasionally made remarks in a whisper. The track they were following had once been made by wagons, but the grass had long overgrown it.
When a Tsaritsa reigned in Russia I was no longer very small. So you can reckon it out. I must be seventy. 'Yes you must, but you are still a fine fellow. 'Well, thank Heaven I am healthy, quite healthy, except that a woman, a witch, has harmed me.... 'How? 'Oh, just harmed me. 'And so when you die the grass will grow? repeated Olenin.
'Write on, write on, my lad, he whispered, as if he thought that a spirit sat between him and the paper and must not be frightened away, and he softly and silently sat down on the floor. When Daddy Eroshka was drunk his favourite position was on the floor. Olenin looked round, ordered some wine to be brought, and continued to write. Eroshka found it dull to drink by himself and he wished to talk.
'Go, my own, draw some for them, said Granny Ulitka to her daughter. 'Take it from the cask that's begun, my precious. The girl took the keys and a decanter and went out of the hut with Vanyusha. 'Tell me, who is that young woman? asked Olenin, pointing to Maryanka, who was passing the window. The old man winked and nudged the young man with his elbow.
Before Olenin's eyes, in one month he came to be like an old resident of the village; he made the old men drunk, arranged evening parties, and himself went to parties arranged by the girls bragged of his conquests, and even got so far that, for some unknown reason, the women and girls began calling him grandad, and the Cossacks, to whom a man who loved wine and women was clearly understandable, got used to him and even liked him better than they did Olenin, who was a puzzle to them.
'But I don't know how to do the work, replied Olenin, trying not to look through the green branches under the wagon where he had now noticed Maryanka's blue smock and red kerchief. 'Come, I'll give you some peaches, said the old woman. 'It's only according to the ancient Cossack hospitality. It's her old woman's silliness, said the cornet, explaining and apparently correcting his wife's words.
She nudged Ustenka and smilingly pointed him out to her. 'I went yesterday and didn't find a single one, Olenin was saying as he looked about uneasily, not seeing Maryanka through the branches.
You'll have to stand me a pailful!" 'Well, but did it hurt? Olenin asked again, scarcely listening to the tale. 'Let me finish. He stood a pailful, and we drank it, but the blood went on flowing. The whole room was drenched and covered with blood. Grandad Burlak, he says, "The lad will give up the ghost. Stand a bottle of the sweet sort, or we shall have you taken up!"
'Goodness knows what it will be like, Dmitri Andreich, said the panting Vanyusha to Olenin, who, dressed in a Circassian coat and mounted on a Kabarda horse which he had bought in Groznoe, was after a five-hours' march gaily entering the yard of the quarters assigned to him.
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