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Thank God, a woman drove by and gave me a lift." Meanwhile Yergunov had drunk five or six glasses of vodka; his heart felt lighter, and he longed to tell some extraordinary, wonderful story too, and to show that he, too, was a bold fellow and not afraid of anything. "I'll tell you what happened to us in Penza Province . . ." he began.
"It's I." "Ah! Excuse me, I cannot come out to you this minute; I'm giving Dasha her lesson." "Is Ekaterina Pavlovna in the garden?" "No, she went away with my sister this morning to our aunt in the province of Penza. And in the winter they will probably go abroad," she added after a pause. "'God sent . . . the crow . . . a piece . . . of cheese. . . . Have you written it?"
He laughed blandly at her naive diplomacy but listened to what she had to say, and sometimes questioned her carefully about the Penza and Nizhegorod estates.
The Great Russians, or Russians properly so called, especially occupying the Governments round about Moscow, and from thence scattered in the north to Novgorod and Vologda, on the south to Kiev and to Voronezh, on the east to Penza, Simbirsk, and Viatka, and on the west to the Baltic provinces.
Men of the same race, but bearing different tribal names, such as Finns, Korelli, Tcheremiss, Tchuvash, Mordva, Votyaks, Permyaks, Zyryanye, Voguls, are to be found in considerable numbers all over the northern provinces, from the Gulf of Bothnia to Western Siberia, as well as in the provinces bordering the Middle Volga as far south as Penza, Simbirsk, and Tamboff.* The Russian peasants, who now compose the great mass of the population, are the intruders.
A secretary, with the good-humored deference common to every one in Stepan Arkadyevitch's office, came up with papers, and began to speak in the familiar and easy tone which had been introduced by Stepan Arkadyevitch. "We have succeeded in getting the information from the government department of Penza. Here, would you care?...."
As for the women, they withdraw to the darkest corner of the hut, and lie down, while the young fellow disappears after probing the walls and floor, and returns with an armful of straw which he strews upon the hard, beaten clay. Then he stretches himself thereon with hands clasped behind his battered head. "See the resourcefulness of that fellow from Penza!" comments Konev enviously.
'Why, that's not on my road at all. I am going to Penza, and V lies, I think, in the direction of Tamboff. 'What of that? you can get there from Tamboff, and from V you won't be at all out of your road. Rudin thought a moment. 'Well, all right, he said at last, 'tell them to put the horses to. It is the same to me; I will go to Tamboff. The horses were soon ready.
The woman who has been sewing drops her work to shrug one rounded shoulder as though she were cold, and ask conciliatorily: "Well, WHAT province do you belong to?" "I?" the young fellow re-echoes as he subsides on to his heels. "I belong to Penza. Why do you ask?" "Oh never mind why."
Whereafter, with a mean chuckle, the fellow goes on to discourse upon the ease with which peasant women err, and upon their love of deceiving their husbands. "The impudent rascal!" comments the woman from Penza sleepily. After a while the young fellow springs to his feet, and grates his teeth.
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