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Updated: May 29, 2025
Ivan Afanasiitch stood some time under the window, walked once or twice up and down the street, glanced into the courtyard, and at last, ashamed of his childishness, returned home with the roll in his hand. He felt ill at ease the whole day, and even in the evening, contrary to his habit, did not drop into conversation with Onisim. The next morning it was Onisim who went for the roll.
Onisim gazed in astonishment at his master, glanced round.... In the window stood an empty dark-green bottle, with the inscription: 'Best Jamaica rum. 'I've been drinking, my lad, that's all, Pyetushkov went on. 'I've been and taken it. I've been drinking, and that's all about it. And where've you been? Tell us ... don't be shy ... tell us. You're a good hand at a tale.
He's a gentleman born, you know.... Do you realise that? 'But he's such a dull person, Onisim Sergeitch.... 'Dull! So you must have merry fellows about you! 'And it's not so much that he's dull: he's so cross, so jealous. 'Ah, you, you're as haughty as a princess! He was in your way, I dare say!
He went in to Ivan Afanasiitch. Pyetushkov was standing in the middle of the room, both hands in his pockets, his legs excessively wide apart; he was slightly swaying backwards and forwards. His face was hot, and his eyes were sparkling. 'Hullo, Onisim, he faltered amiably, articulating the consonants very indistinctly and thickly: 'hullo, my lad.
Onisim and Vassilissa drank their tea in silence, looking straight at each other, turning the lumps of sugar over and over in their hands, as it were reluctantly nibbling them, blinking, screwing up their eyes, and with a hissing sound sucking in the yellowish boiling liquid through their teeth.
'Go away at once, Pyetushkov repeated threateningly. Onisim looked at his master and went out. Ivan Afanasiitch shouted after him: 'Away, quite away. Out of the house. You can come back in two hours' time. Onisim slouched off. Pyetushkov waited till he heard the gate bang, and at once went up to Vassilissa. 'Where have you been? Vassilissa was confused. 'Where have you been?
Yes, my lad, I've been drinking.... Dri-ink-ing, lad.... Who's that? he cried suddenly, pointing to the door into the passage; 'who's there? 'Nobody's there, Onisim answered hastily: 'who should be there? ... where are you going? 'No, no, repeated Pyetushkov, breaking away from Onisim, 'let me go, I saw don't you talk to me, I saw there, let me go.... Vassilissa! he shrieked all at once.
Why, suppose some one comes on urgent business, and asks, "Where's Ivan Afanasiitch?" And then you can tell him, "Ivan Afanasiitch has gone here or there." 'Urgent business.... But who ever does come to you on urgent business? 'Why, are you beginning to be rude again? Again, hey? Onisim turned away, and fell to brushing the coat. 'Really, Onisim, you are a most disagreeable person.
You've grown so thin, that you're simply not like yourself. And what's it all about? It's enough to turn one's brain to think of it. And you a gentleman born, too! Onisim paused. Pyetushkov did not stir. 'Is that the way gentlemen go on?
'What am I thinking about? retorted Onisim; 'what am I thinking about? ... it's always about you. 'About me! 'Of course it's about you. 'Why, what is it you are thinking? 'Ashamed? 'Yes, ashamed.... Look at Mr. Bublitsyn, Ivan Afanasiitch.... Tell me if he's not a fine fellow, now. 'I don't understand you. 'You don't understand me.... Oh yes, you do understand me. Onisim paused. 'Mr.
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