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Updated: June 14, 2025
I did not know what answer to make Ovsyanikov, and I had not the courage to look him in the face. 'We had another neighbour who settled amongst us in those days, Komov, Stepan Niktopolionitch. He used to worry my father out of his life; when it wasn't one thing, it was another.
With his dignity and his composure, his good sense and his indolence, his uprightness and his obstinacy, Ovsyanikov reminded me of the Russian boyars of the times before Peter the Great.... The national holiday dress would have suited him well. He was one of the last men left of the old time. All his neighbours had a great respect for him, and considered it an honour to be acquainted with him.
'Come, there, there, you young colt, you'll kill yourself! said Ovsyanikov soothingly to him, and an instant later he flew over the precipice together with the racing droshky, the boy who was sitting behind, and the horse. Fortunately, the bottom of the ravine was covered with heaps of sand. No one was injured; only the horse sprained a leg.
A workman ran to him in headlong haste shrieking, 'Fire, fire! 'Well, what are you screaming about? said Ovsyanikov tranquilly, 'give me my cap and my stick. He liked to break in his horses himself. Once a spirited horse he was training bolted with him down a hillside and over a precipice.
No, I tell you, the lower your station, the more reserved must be your behaviour, or else you disgrace yourself directly. 'Yes, continued Ovsyanikov with a sigh, 'there's many a gallon of water has flowed down to the sea since I have been living in the world; times are different now. Especially I see a great change in the nobility.
'Have you news of your son? I asked her at last. The old lady began to weep. I made no more inquiries about Radilov. Picture to yourselves, gentle readers, a stout, tall man of seventy, with a face reminding one somewhat of the face of Kriloff, clear and intelligent eyes under overhanging brows, dignified in bearing, slow in speech, and deliberate in movement: there you have Ovsyanikov.
He took a liking to my father; what was he to do? 'How the times have changed! I observed. 'Yes, yes, Ovsyanikov assented. 'And there is this to be said in the old days the nobility lived more sumptuously. I'm not speaking of the real grandees now. I used to see them in Moscow. They say such people are scarce nowadays. 'Have you been in Moscow? 'I used to stay there long, very long ago.
'Every one is good with you.... But did you send him? ... pursued Ovsyanikov, turning to his wife; 'come; you know? Tatyana Ilyinitchna nodded. 'Where have you been lately? the old man began again. 'I have been in the town.
And do you see what's a matter for wonder again; the master even bows to them and looks graciously at them; but he seems to turn their stomachs with fright! 'What do you say to such a strange state of things, your honour? Either I have grown stupid in my old age, or something.... I can't understand it. I said to Ovsyanikov that Mr. Lubozvonov must certainly be ill. 'Ill, indeed!
She had a cold air, though none complained of her severity, but, on the contrary, many poor creatures called her their little mother and benefactress. Her regular features, her large dark eyes, and her delicately cut lips, bore witness even now to her once celebrated beauty. Ovsyanikov had no children.
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