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Updated: June 12, 2025
At that moment Beletski pushed the door open, and Maryanka sprang away from Olenin and in doing so her thigh struck his leg. 'It's all nonsense what I have been thinking about love and self-sacrifice and Lukashka. Happiness is the one thing.
Here you are, and he handed two of the pheasants in at the window. 'Are you a sportsman yourself? he asked. 'I am. During the campaign I killed four myself. 'Four? What a lot! said the old man sarcastically. 'And are you a drinker? Do you drink CHIKHIR? 'Why not? I like a drink. 'Ah, I see you are a trump! We shall be KUNAKS, you and I, said Daddy Eroshka. 'Step in, said Olenin.
It is interesting as an excellent picture of an interesting community, and it is interesting as a diary, for the chief character, Olenin, is none other than Leo Tolstoi. He departed for the Caucasus in much the same manner as the young writer, and his observations and reflections there are Tolstoi's own.
We will make merry together at the wedding. 'And when is the wedding to be? asked Olenin, feeling his blood suddenly rush to his face while his heart beat irregularly and painfully. He heard a movement on the oven and the sound of seeds being cracked. 'Well, you know, it ought to be next week. We are quite ready, replied the old woman, as simply and quietly as though Olenin did not exist.
'Oh, come, what do you mean? he said, 'living in the same house and such a fine girl, a splendid girl, a perfect beauty. 'Wonderfully beautiful! I never saw such a woman before, replied Olenin. 'Well then? said Beletski, quite unable to understand the situation. 'It may be strange, replied Olenin, 'but why should I not say what is true?
Olenin followed her with his eyes as long as she was in the hut, and then looked at the door and waited, understanding nothing of what Granny Ulitka was telling him. A few minutes later some visitors arrived: an old man, Granny Ulitka's brother, with Daddy Eroshka, and following them came Maryanka and Ustenka. 'Good evening, squeaked Ustenka. 'Still on holiday? she added, turning to Olenin.
Was such a thing ever heard of? They would let you the best hut in the village for two rubles. What a beast! Why, I'd let you have mine for three! 'No, I'll remain here, said Olenin. 'Six rubles! ... Clearly it's a fool's money. Eh, eh, eh! answered the old man. 'Let's have some chikhir, Ivan!
This forest, the danger, the old man and his mysterious whispering, Maryanka with her virile upright bearing, and the mountains all this seemed to him like a dream. 'A pheasant has settled, whispered the old man, looking round and pulling his cap over his face 'Cover your mug! A pheasant! he waved his arm angrily at Olenin and pushed forward almost on all fours. 'He don't like a man's mug.
I was told the 8th Company would be sent there, said Olenin. 'No. I have had a letter from the adjutant there. He writes that the Prince himself will take part in the campaign. I am very glad I shall see something of him. I'm beginning to get tired of this place. 'I hear we shall start on a raid soon. 'I have not heard of it; but I have heard that Krinovitsin has received the Order of St.
She gave me such a scolding the first time I went in. Maryanka burst out laughing. 'And so you were frightened? she said, and glanced at him and turned away. It was the first time Olenin had seen the whole of her beautiful face. Till then he had seen her with her kerchief covering her to the eyes. It was not for nothing that she was reckoned the beauty of the village.
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