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Don't look so frightened, darling," continued Madame Olsheffsky, taking little Daria in her arms, "it is nothing very dreadful. I am obliged to enter into a lawsuit a troublesome, difficult lawsuit. One of our distant cousins has just found some papers which he thinks will prove that he ought to have had this estate instead of your grandfather, and he is going to try and take it from us.
"I have sent notices to all the peasants, describing the box, and offering a reward. Who knows, Elena? it may be discovered!" Time passed on, and though Mr. Olsheffsky made many expeditions into the town of Mourum, and drove all round the country, making enquiries of the peasants, he could hear nothing of the wooden box. "It's one of the secrets of the lake," said Volodia.
What is the matter? He'll die surely, and no help to be had!" "She was my wife," said the gentleman hoarsely. "You don't remember me? I am André Olsheffsky." "To think that I shouldn't have known you, Barin!" cried the driver in great excitement, dropping the reins. "Not that it's much to be wondered at, and you looking a young man when you left! Welcome home! Welcome home!"
The springtime found the children and their father settled once more in their old home, with Adam, Var-Vara, and Alexis; and life flowing on very much as it had always done, except for the absence of the gentle, motherly, Anna Olsheffsky. Uncle Volodia continued to look after his shop with zeal; and the two rooms with the gilt furniture, which Mr.
The children, Volodia and his wife, Var-Vara, and Adam; all stood round eagerly as André Olsheffsky superintended the forcing open of the precious box. "It's my belief the papers will be a pulp," whispered Volodia. "We must be ready to stand by the Barin when he finds out the disappointment." But the papers were not hurt.
"Anna Olsheffsky! Haven't you heard she was drowned in the flood? Washed away. Just before the children lost their property to that thief of a cousin!" The driver went on adding the details, not noticing that the gentleman had fallen back, and lay gasping as if for air. "You knew Anna Olsheffsky, perhaps?" he said at last, turning towards the traveller. Then seeing his face, "Holy Saints!
On the one hill of the district, just outside the village of Viletna, stood the great house belonging to Madame Olsheffsky. All round it lay, what had once in the days gone by, been elaborate gardens, but were now a mere tangle of brushwood, waving grass, and wild flowers.
Those who could not get into Volodia's little sitting-room remained standing outside, and looked in respectfully through the window; while the spokesman read a long speech he had prepared for the occasion. Mr. Olsheffsky made an appropriate reply, and then, turning to Volodia and the old servants, he thanked them in a few simple words for their goodness to the children.
"That's my opinion; it's lying snugly at the bottom there; and it's no good looking for it anywhere else." But Mr. Olsheffsky continued his enquiries. "The master has gone out," said Var-Vara, "but I daresay you can see him in the afternoon. Have you anything particular to ask him?" "Nothing to ask, but something to show," and the old man blinked his eyes cunningly.
A portion of the great dyke had remained standing, so that the lake did not completely empty itself; and the peasants were able, with some help from the Government, to rebuild it. Everyone had suffered; but the heaviest blow had fallen upon the great house, for Madame Olsheffsky never returned to it.
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